Yello again. I'd like to say I was super sorry for my absence or that I have corrected my wandering ways. But the truth: I can offer no apology because I can guarantee no improvement in behavior. However, I have 'missed the hell out of of you, my darlings,' and wish to return.
How many times can a person really fall in love? When is a time you threw logic out the window and embraced risk? How do you know what age you are? When is enough, enough. I am the little kid that's always asking questions simply because she learned a rule of grammar and it got stuck somewhere in her underdeveloped brain. Right? That's how we see kids. That's how I see myself, at times. Then again, if we are not learning, we are not growing.
If you do not question yourself and take life with a grain of salt, there is probably imbalance somewhere. Life should be a little skeptical, and a little soft, and a little private, and a lot of fun. I think more people should play games. All the time, actually.
I may move back to MN. I could raise chickens and paint a house and put speakers on a huge deck and build fires and explore glacier endings and probably become a raging, bouncing alcoholic. Ha. Most likely not, but it could be some kind of fun. Yeah, no?
p.s. If you haven't watched the documentary HELVETICA, do it.
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