Just living.

Hello my fellow blog readers!

I took yesterday off to calm the freak down. I was so upset about my seemingly dank life that I took some time to read a book, and finish it; The Road by Cormac McCarthy. You should totally read this. Post Apocalyptic sweetness. Also to finish the last couple of pages of Dean Koontz's Intensity. Another page turning must read. If you aren't a big reader, this one is good. It will keep you turning the pages, although, some of the parts concerning Chyna's experience can be a bit dry. Barrel through them or just skim and you'll be fine. Currently in the cue is Book one of Warriors and Morrigan's Cross.

Yesterday was the climax for this session of "Yokai, this is your So-called life." I don't want to go into details. Let's just say, it's over and I don't want to talk about it. All though, I did reminisce about some of the good ole' times I had in Europe. Hey if you get a chance to go to a place called, "The castle," in the Netherlands: don't think just go!!!! Just remember, you may not come out with or wearing what you went in with. Ain't life grand? I guess it can rain all the time.

Today, thanks to A display table at work the featured such titles as: Step by Step Guide to Pole dancing, Rec Sex, and Cosmo's 25 Top Sex Positions in Water ( in a waterproof book might I add), and the Beatles' greatest hits, I spent today in an lucid giggle. It was like I was huffing a mixture of glue and WD-40. I had the occasional, I'm looking for a book, the cover was yellow and I was watching Reggis and Kelly weren't you questions today, but even those couldn't bring down my high. I like to think of this moments in my life as mini eye of the storms.

For the first time in a while, I cooked dinner. Pork smothered in Italian spices and onions sauce topped with Romano cheese with two sides: Garlic buttered noodles and brussel sprouts. Gods I hate those things. Really? Are they even from Brussels, or are they just trying to be exotic? Anyway it doesn't matter. They taste like rotten babies' asses. Not that I know what that would taste like. Ew.

So what the hell happened to television? When the hell are the good shows coming back? Did we slip into a vortex of reruns and bullshit? And what the hell is Bush talking about tonight? The fuck with this. I'm going for a ride. I hate being bored.

I promise tomorrow, I'll have much more to say. Oh, to all my ladies out there: Bath and Body works. Sales galore. Go. No excuses!!!!!

It is necessary that we know with absolute
certainty that in essence we are spirit.

--Rabindranath Tagore

Yokai