so yum.

springsteen singing fire.

Math don't add up in real life.

We are so much more than the woeful sum of our parts.

Mouse Mouses Mice

When my grandma was young, her sister forbade her from tying her hair in two braids, and I mean that in the most literal sense possible.
There are so many more real things to forbid kids from doing these days. Speed. Crystal meth. Angel dust. LSDs. Coke. Ketamine. ThereAreJustTooManyCrapThingsOutThereNotEvenIncludingOverTheCounterStuff. Donchoo be smackin that crack kiddo.
Things aren't as simple as they used to be but then again we can buy groceries with a bunch of clicks.

Blogging is

an exercise in navel gazing.



No lint.

It's easier to reflect on the -unfortunately-oh-so-traceable- net then to do things in real time and space sometimes but there is a fine line between introspection and self-absorption.

The unusual fountainhead

we only wake to feed our dreams

inspiration from an unconventional source... the Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine whadayaknow.

The keratinous cataclysm

It doesn't make sense. When I voluntarily removed it, it was cool. Now that it drops, in sheaves, bundles and clumps, I'm going nuts. What is wrong? The water? A hormonal imbalance? Definitely not a lack of nutrition. Weather change? Stress? -over what?

It has confirmed my vanity, how does one not writhe at their own shallowness. Being upset that you're upset at something trivial makes you feel more upset. Don't tell me how to feel. It doesn't stop me feeling the way I do. It just makes me guilty about the way I feel.

A pointless spiraling, geometrically progressing such that each recurrent relation of the term 'upset' is worse than the preceding one. Simply, let n = upset and the common ratio be something positive. An exponential increase over time. Does mathematically defining a problem soothe the soul? Sometimes. You have a sense of control over something.