Interneto-Hi Ho!

There is so darn much of you (like that length of Market Street with all of the skin "theatres" and dark guys in duffle coats) that is completely useless to me. Still, there you are, 24 hours a day, all flashing lights, tawdry banner adds and wasted time.

All The All After

Three Things I Find Difficult To Admit To Myself:

1. I am consistently too tired to function awesomely.

2. Sometimes I am industrial grade impatient.

3. Conceiving of and then implementing a darling frock/ensemble has nothing to do with my day-to-day lifestyle.

Bonus Admission: Preparing food is far less interesting to me than constructing a killer train track.

Seminal

"Growing up" must truly initiate during that split-second, complete, full-body realization that, no, in fact you cannot have everything you ever wanted... And that, instead, you will have to accept, embrace and then choose (to make) some self-shattering sacrifices/compromises in order to take on that which you did not desire in the first place.

I believe that this breakthrough is immediately followed by the discovery that it is entirely possible to smile and laugh when your heart has just been broken down by the hard hard hammer of reality... and the real estate market.