conundrum.

a while back,


i was in a public restroom


when i noticed the diaper changing table.






it had instructions written on it in english


and in braille.






at first i thought, 




wow, that's really considerate!








and then i thought






...man, it must really suck to be blind and changing a diaper.

please hurry.

i await the prescriptions


in the drugstore


that I can only think to describe as








hickish.










I am surrounded by fish decor


and greeting cards


featuring babies wearing cowboy hats


and bare bums


while the country radio station warbles,


the singer offering to be


my redneck romeo.

I sure wish the technician would hurry up.

solitude and deluge.

today is one of those days


that i wish it was 


raining








so that i could hear its cadence on the windows,


watch its ripples on the pavement,






whilst curled up under a blanket 








in my warm house
















as i listen 




to sad music.

lots of sighs.

music video monday 5 = black or white/michael jackson

in honor of the oft-overlooked holiday.  :]

i sure love me some michael jackson...




today i shall celebrate civil rights day


by wearing black and white


watching remember the titans (or a similar film)


and eating oreos.  


:]

how are you celebrating?

thank you, dear kidneys.

i have been trying to drink more water lately.


i hate drinking water.


i think it's gross.


especially when i have other nectars beckoning to me...


namely SPRITE


and ROOT BEER


and other syrupy carbonated delights.


but i want to be healthier.


so i drink water.


kind of.


i drink water with those little crystal light packets mixed in.


it's been working out pretty well so far.

(as far as i know...)

it's like


adult kool-aid.


and i love kool-aid.


the problem with drinking this adult kool-aid


is that it makes it so that i'm rushing to the bathroom


all the time.


but it's neat being well-hydrated


because it makes your pee less yellow.


so after four bottles of adult kool-aid,


my pee is practically clear!


it's like ghost pee.


and i am oft tempted to not flush when i'm done,


just because no one can detect


the ghost pee.

random side note:

i love kool-aid,

but i HATE tang.

satan made tang.

and satan is a jerk.

. . .

i have got to stop wearing my heart on my sleeve.

fact:

sleep deprivation 

leads you to believe 

that you are funnier 

than you really are.

image via weheartit.

sense of humor.

GOD 




made me reasonably intelligent.

. . .

but he didn't give me any prudence.

i think it's so i can make Him laugh...

if wishes were fishes...

i wish that . . .

breasts were detachable.

life would be so much more comfortable...

日本への愛.

i spent three months of my life living and teaching in japan.

they were the shortest three months of my life.

but they were also the best three months of my life.

please...

do whatever you possibly can to help that beautiful country in their tremendous time of need.

donate... 

volunteer...

pray...

ANYTHING.

help the sun rise again

upon the land of the rising sun.

日本さん,


my prayers are with you.

images via weheartit, allposters, and me.

now paging . . .

if my last name was 
LOVE . . .

i would become a doctor.

. . .

because then, people could call me 

DR. LOVE

and it wouldn't even be a joke. 

 images via weheartit.

self-expression.

i've never been very good at expressing myself.

especially with words.

which is why the name of my blog is 

a little misleading.  

it should be named

the inarticulate babbler.

but as you can see, 

i didn't name it that.

. . .

it is my hope to become a little more artistic and expressive.

to be an eloquent orator is a goal of mine.  

this blog's purpose is to fulfill that goal.

plus it sounds really cool...

images via weheartit.

here we go again.

i've never been very good at this blogging business.

 i follow "professional" blogs.

a lot of my friends have blogs.

but i don't have one of my own.  

because i have the hardest time keeping it updated.

but i have come to believe that blogging is a lovely form of self-expression.

one that i would love to try out again.

so...

hello again, blogdom.