Here Comes The Three, To The Two, To The One

Currently Listening To :: The Remedy:: Jason Mraz

I wonder if women would find David Beckham so irresistable if they heard his voice all the time? Perhaps that's why he used text messages to do the woo-ing for him. God bless technology.

I wonder when my love affair with writing will return; does everyone go through creative blocks, or am I just getting lazy? Hopefully my life isn't slipping into a quagmire of normality. Because if it is, someone please act like David Spade and just shoot me.

I wonder when TIME will put together an issue like the most recent one. With discourse on why Jesus had to die, how Fallujah turned the clock back on time to medieval times by hanging bodies from bridges, (more) Kerry and Bush, Plasma TVs, Owen Wilson and Ben Stiller and Musicology (phew!), any other read this month is just for packing boxes.

I wonder when the time will come that I'll be sitting in my own apartment, on my perfect low black leather upright couch, Bang&Olufsen speakers pushing my mind back with sonic perfection, taking me so far from where I am that I (momentarily) forget just how much I spent to lose myself. But in those few minutes between heart and brain stopping, all you have is memories, so why waste them on cheap background music?

I wonder where all this wondering will lead me...hopefully away from this apathetic attempt at a post to hold some(ones) attention. No more promises, no more determined efforts to write through forcing myself to sit and think.

I'm sure(r) this time, things will be different; somewhere in between wonder and affirmation is hope.

They say in the beginning there was nothing, so the Lord created many things. Actually, He also created so many problems and contradictions, that even He couldn't solve them. So, in the the end, He created on more thing. It was hope. With hope...everything can start all over again.

monologue from the motion picture "Time and Tide"