Miss Behave

Forgive me, it's been way too long.

I shouldn't have left you. W-without a dope beat to s-step to, step to...

lol... sorry, I'm on my Lady Gaga vibe right now! Electronica. Yum.

So things are underway, much going on and little time to spare. I've been cranking up my Samba classes, going to Crunch more often after work and cutting back on my carb intake. (slowly but surely, babe) Really looking forward to this summer... it'll be the best one to date.

And after a perilous search for satisfiable reading material/artistic content... I think I've found in amongst the pages of MissBehave.

mmm I smell a creative frequency.

Sunday Bliss

Guess what I'm doing right now... Laying back in bed, watching tv, happy as a clam! My mind is just going.
[sent from my blackberry]

At Last

Time is an enigma—a strange, illusionary state of mind. With bittersweet objectivity, time escapes everyone and no one… a gentle reminder of how fragile this thing called life really is.

It's been almost a year since my initial post and my dreams are just now coming to fruition. This is how it unfolded...

After a keyboard fumble with my PC, I had no choice but to rely on my back up—[a rusty, dusty clunker that I lovingly toted around campus like a dork when I was in school].
My severely neglected IBM laptop circa 1990 which has been collecting dust on top of a stack of old beloved magazines.

I cracked it open clam-shell style, to reveal the screen that spawned the original post below and to my pleasant surprise, I noticed something that I hadn’t before. Against my desktop image is a beautiful drawing by one of my favorite artists [Kurt Halsey] of a woman with her hair in the wind and the silhouette of her four-legged friend right beside her. Coincidence, I don't think so...

I'm thrilled to delve into this whole blogger experience and unleash the diary within because ultimately none of you, “have any idea.” [Reference to the now obsolete MTV documentary series Diary Of...] I'll spend much of this weekend dedicated to mapping out the blueprints.

Cheers, to new endeavors in Two.Thousand.Nine.