My 140th post. I posted pictures, poems and confessionals, some serious and some not-so-serious.
I edited them, despite the fact.
I learned that there are subtle ways to hide the truths and to speak lightly about implications.Writing is moderating the clown, the drunk, the street preacher... etc,to say what you often want to say after meditating on a hot shower.
And for the 140th time, i am self-healing myself into blogging.
I got fired but i don't want to talk about it. I want to talk about it but i am avoiding it like a smoky vietnamese bar.
Instead, i want to blog about my trip to the zoo, my Balboa Island excursion, my upcoming Seattle getaway.... i want to get away!!!
I've been ok, i think. I read three books already. I've been eating and sleeping like i am preparing for a physiological stress test. I kind-a welcome also the transference of pain from my ongoing root canal procedure.
This is my everything-looks-ok-face. I tell people i have prospects, that things are in the works.
I am staying positive. Hahahahahahaha...