Bib-a-dee. Bob-a-dee...um...BOOO!

Gonna explode soon.
I promise. And I mean in a good way. A writing way. Not a crazy person way. Were years away from that now.
Just one of those things where I can FEEL the subjects on the very tip of my tongue, and just can't seem to get them out.
But screw it.
All the time in the world...
Unless the asteroid's early.
But I was promised 2018, so I'll stay complacent.

Short thoughts make easy readin':
I have a job.
I have stupid money again. Stupid fucking money. You can go to hell. You can go to hell and you can die! (South Park has given me so much in the way of profanities. Is that a contribution to my existence?...
Yes.)
The weather is beautiful. Even when it's raining.
The trains still sound wonderful. Especially when their training. (?)
My world continues to change.
I continue to learn to love it.
To feel it for what it is.
Nothing stays the same.
Confusion is inspirational.
Anyone says otherwise, they're being confrontational.

Darth Vader is about to be born. How dorkily wonderful is that.
It's so strange to see him and Chewbacca and R2-D2 on every imaginable, printable surface in the marketing world.
It feels like 1983.
But it's the future!!! Oooooooooooooooooo.
This is what my writing looks like when I don't think it out.
You wanna fight about it?!

Enough.
More to come. Always more to come.

I like smiling on the inside again.

Helps me to smile for those who can't sometimes.

Onward then.
Things to do.

Something more articulate this way comes...
I promise. I promise myself and every other poor soul who chooses to abide by my tortuous perspective.

Dig.