ok.
hi.
i've just confused myself.
i keep saying one of my "lessons" is to slooooooooooow down(uh oh. howie in the head now).

but...it i would have lived by that...if i would have taken things in moderation, i wouldn't have done bonnaroo. or jammin on main in cincy. or my shoreline through sasquatch run.

argh.

i just wanna be a plastic super hero, yo. is that so much to ask?


in other news, i am reading the most fantastic book. skinny legs and all by tom robbins. there's an epiphany on every single fucking page, i tell you. even if the majority of the conversation at this part of the book is taking place between a can of beans, a dirty sock, a spoot, a conch shell and a painted stick. this man is such a brilliant author.

cuz i'm digging a ditch where silence lives...

where all these worries that lay down on me will die