I've been a very bad galfriend to some. Ok to two, to be precise. I'm sorry Han and Sil for not being my normal enchanting self of late. The heart wills to be at the place where the brain vacates. But somehow I'd figure it is a whole lot better to think with my toes.

Cause you see, I misplaced my brain.

Not my voice. Not this time.

Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll.

Je comprends

The most discerning critic of my (dis)abilities.

One thing to note this week: The world is cruel at times. And as a reiteration to what an idiot I can be, I knew that already.

When idiocy becomes such commonplace, I vow celibacy.

Ps: The fall of monogamy.

Thankful, I am

For the job that I still have. For the friends who stood by. For the waistline that still fits in most of my jeans. For the sanity that is still very much intact. For the skills of reasoning that still function. For the compassion to forgive. For the cat that still purrs when I walk by. For the son of a friend who reminded me what joy children are. For the many shoes whose heels have yet to break. For the laughter each and every single day. For the comforting silence of my room. For the start of every new day.

It is easier to fool myself this way. I figure.

When push comes to shove, the inevitable happens. No surprise. I've been sufficiently warned. But who's to deny what the heart believes? Even when it is yarns and yarns of bull.

For the closure, thank you.

My heartiest congrats to my fav couple for bearing another boy for me to nibble on. The firstborn was a delight mix of vanilla and strawberry. Delicious.

Ps: I don't eat babies. Not as a whole. Maybe just the thighs.

Note to self: For moments where the feet refuse to touch the ground, tie self to pole and hit head hard against the wall to activate brain.