Friday, March 11, 2011

Shatter Proof is Not the Same as Shatner Proof

Been playing playlists loudly and wishing I was better at all the things I want to be better at, while thinking thoughts of those I love. And of repeats.

The sun was out today, slippery, but still bright and my favorite band has a new album out. So the day aint all that bad, I'd say.

Of course now I'm behind a screen, looking at how the keys--certain ones-- have some wear to them. The grease of fingers and thousands upon thousands of strokes, tips pushing out letters, and I wonder what harm can come from reaching and stretching.

Anyway. Everyone needs more Sam Elliot in their lives. Just sayin.

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