Sometimes, just sometimes, I don't wish to write a Blog Post on an empty stomach.This is beacuse it invariably makes the post so...well hungry.Depressed.Typical and montonously so. The only word I can find for it is ekgheye.
Anyway this is a strange refection now.Now is the state of flux, that time of the (academic) year when there are finalities, and new beginnings.People one adores are leaving (and I write this on an empty stomach.Fortitude, thy name is Pun-da).Also may be a pretty rotten bunch are about to enter my life and since I hate gossip and trouble and messy kids and in general most people...ah well.
Also I wonder: why did the Corrs completely transit to Pop?I loved them at one point of time.The strains of that violin...ooh...and flute...Hmphh.It just shows.I just detest transition!Yes, well.I forgive them for Toss The Feathers, the sheer energy and verve of which can also transform.
There are many types of transformation.
BUT there is only one kind of curtain.
Maddening,annoying, peaceful, familiar, oxymoronic yellow.
Right.Anybody checked out the World View bookstore back at JOOD?The cat's whiskers I callit.Delicious!I just wished I wasn't so monetarily challenged when I entered.Also it would be nice if they placed a few seats here and there. Erm, ok.Yes.Next in line cha bar.