|Main blog:||Courting Thaleia|
|Education:||School of life|
|Service Attendance:||Only on holidays|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, Vermont, Undisclosed|
|Height:||5' 11" (180 cm)|
|Hair Color:||Sandy Grey|
|Hair Style:||Ever Changing|
|Best Feature:||Sweet spot|
|Undies:||Boxers - Silk|
|Tattoo Info:||Miniscule Jesus riding a tricycle on left flank|
|More Details:||Love your suit.|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Never Married|
|Sexual Preference:||Never at dusk|
|Astrological Sign:||Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19)|
|Liquor:||Social drinker. One or two|
|Your Home:||Live with roommate(s)|
|Biography/About:||My younger days were filled with mischief; they mirror the more recent days more than I would have imagined. |
|Dislikes:||Cold butter, prison walls|
The One That Got Away|
It was dark, gloomy and cold, just like my coffee on the night that Consuelo and I finalized the plans for our most recent of Daring Capers. I am not usually a coffee drinker, but that night I needed to have every bit of energy I could muster.
We gathered our equipment and lugged it to the yellow Yugo, taking care that the instruments inside did not bang and buck against the concrete and asphalt. Our drive was short, and we arrived in front of a ostentatiously sized manor, with the monogram of "B" wrought into the iron of the front gates.
Bypassing the mainframe of the gate electronicsy...
Which Brings Me To My Next Pointy Subject
In particular, the musically inclined kind. Rather, the uninclined.
Must I be, for the remainder of my residence in this despicably misappropriated conglomeration of domiciles, plagued by ill-rehearsed strains of "Piano Man" whenever I depart for supplies of staples and goat milk from the nearby foodery? A shake of the head is all I can muster, now that "Froofy Snowflake" or whatever his late-60's inspired moniker may be. What-of-it; he emanates the stench of foodfilth and trying-too-hard. Gone are the days when a well-arched eyebrow would scuttle the 'bonds to the alleys to...
Yes. All inclination to continue this has wavered and fallen over.
HOWEVER! IT IS ONLY MOSTLY DEAD! There's always room for round two...and it starts here: http://www.myspace.com/systemsanalyst
Author's Note: I have enjoyed this foray into the elderly unknown, and found it to be exactly prophetic as to what will happen later on in my years. Writing further would spoil my life's surprise more than it already has, so, in the words of the immortal Christopher Plummer, "Back.. To The Present!"
Thanks for reading.
(Oh, and if you haven't, start at the beginning......
Never Enough Sugar In My Bowl Of Life
One of my mottos has recently adhered itself to my everyday
philosophy: Let's face it—-you're going to be waiting quite a while
before someone else does the things you've always wanted to see
someone ELSE do… so why wait? You've got a perfectly good body right
in front of you, powerless to your crafty will! Make it so!
For the record, anyone who takes on this interesting perspective
leaves themselves open for a myriad of interesting, story-worthy
experiences. Adult ding-dong-ditch, fabricating a false (yet
specific, with attention to detail) personal occupation to...