don't ever think you can't change the past in the future

watch and see how she updates.

did you know that of angels and angles is right before diana ross in my itunes, when it opens up and has all those songs, six hundred and twenty-three to be exact, right there for the listening? it is indeed before her. but no supremes, though. and did you know, that there are a few other songs, like that one i just mentioned and shrug and one for sorrow, two for joy, and road, and! if you can name all of those songs i will buy you a drink or a nice coffee, whichever you prefer at the time next i see you, whomsoever you may be--but the songs, remember--those are very good and you should hear them already, if you haven't yet.

whomsoever.

today i meant to see the wallace and gromit movie, about the curse of the were-rabbit, which is playing right directly (almost) across the street from this apartment right here, but first my toilet had to overflow (post-flush, thank the good God) and i had to buy a plunger from the drugstore (or is it a convenient one?) (store, that is) from a little further up the street, and by then i had missed the whole thing altogether. by then.

i was just talking with someone much smarter than i about how so many of us.....and look at that, i say "us" like that means something, sometimes. does it? do you think? and why do you at all? but, yes, how so many of us are all making or will be making these decisions that take us to other places, or keep us in the places we've grown accustomed to. i've been rather unthinking lately, when it comes to talking over these things. you should remind me of that, later. and, so all these decisions we've been making, or haven't yet! why do we delay? why are we even afraid in the first place? i can say at least with certainty (certainty, even, how's that then) that God Himself has always ensured my safety, in any number of ways. but i am still afraid! am i afraid of God or of myself, that's the question i can't answer, and not yet. maybe you should help me with that. maybe, maybe maybe.

remember kate bush?

in sum: shitcakes.