Boozeless

20-something candles sans a cake and chardonnay.. just how great is that?

It's a busy (albeit boring) day of folding, unfolding and cramming stuffs into my holdall for a short getaway. And this pretty much sums up my whole 20-something years of elusive existence captured in the words of Anaïs Nin:

"I am an excitable person who only understands life
lyrically, musically,
in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.
I am so thirsty for the marvelous
that only the marvelous has power over me.
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous,
I let go.
Reality doesn't impress me.
I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy,
and when ordinary life shackles me,
I escape, one way or another.
No more walls."

Well, here's something fun (read it as better-than-nothing) while waiting for gifts to arrive:

The Meaning of your Birth Date

Your Birthday Calculator

Cheers!

Pass me that Kleenex.

The Dash

This reduced me to a soggy heap of Kleenex.

One Shot

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originally uploaded by archer10 (Dennis).

This photo translates the vain hope of a drifter who has been fettered for such a long time in a junction and is suddenly, just so suddenly, coerced by time to make that crossover.

How ironic it is for a writer of one's life not to know how her story is going to unfold. How can one take an omniscient view of things sans a crystal ball and tarot card? When you have written and crumpled too many pages it's debauchery to leave things to chance and adventure without a ballpark estimation of the risk. After all, there is only one life. One rough draft and that is we all have.