Well well well… Rip van blogger finally woke up. I stopped writing for so long I feel like what I’d imagine someone with a horrible leg injury might feel once they finally were able to walk again. No offense meant to belittle horrible leg injuries by comparing them to my laziness and procrastination in not keeping up a little (if ever) viewed personal web log. Whoa, I write it like that and I even want to pelt myself with rotten tomatoes. Good thing horrible leg injury people can’t balance and aim well.
In any case… life just got in the way of, well, writing about life. I’m a richer, more evolved person for it. If you look in the dictionary of life under “richer, more evolved” I believe it says something about being beaten black and blue, dragged over rusty razor blades, and then washed down in a fine mist of lemon juice.
But hey… I can still wring myself out and make lemonade. If you want to see it, life is good.
Peace.
(I always wanted to end a talk like that. Ah, if only I could have added the video of me in a smug rapper stance…)
Peace. Y’all.