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Making a leap from Reno's post....Breakfast of Champions----->>> Wheaties----->>> Bruce Jenner.

Tomorrow night is Bruce Jenner's "coming out" interview on 20/20, and I have to say I will be watching with interest. I saw a picture of him wearing a dress yesterday.
 
There were some kids enjoying how cute my cat is today and I feel bad because I opened the door very quickly so they'd go away, which they did. I'm sorry but during work hours this is an office. Outside of my property you're good to go petting her or whatever else I'm very busy and I just don't have all that much time for her. They all seem cool they just livin their lives.

I was thinking about going to the music shop tonight to buy a harmonica holder and a Marine band in C. I do prefer A mostly but C's nice to have around in case you want to rip out some old Sonnyboy or whatever. Will probably save that for the weekend because they close at the same time I end work.

I noticed that Caleb closes songs sometimes by staring into the eyes a beautiful woman and chucking a guitar pick at her. What if he did that to an ugly dude? Or one of the vendors? Dude selling a shirt accepting the money and a pick comes flying from Caleb into his face. Dude, why did he just do that?! I think if it were me I'd make that happen.

Housework though. Can't wait to be done with this cycle of it and finally being able to find all of cool shit when I want to.

Can anyone guess what color the plate I'm eating off of is?

If so I have a surprise for you.
 
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I usually tell my Dad, "love you, Dad" at the conclusion of our phone conversations.

He's getting to be at that age, ya know?


I'll estimate I say it at the end of 74% of our conversations. He was an ok Dad.

Not incredible, not horrible. He landed somewhere in the middle so I feel lucky about that.
 
I told my mom I loved her for the first time in a long time...probably since she stopped really knowing who I am most of the time. Yesterday I felt compelled to tell her I loved her, and also that I don't tell her enough. I then kissed her on the forehead. She paused and said "I love you too honey," but it felt forced or unnatural...like she really didn't know if it was appropriate for her to tell me that. She had probably already forgotten I had said it. Also we weren't one of those expressive types of families either. Love was shown by providing for the family, but not necessarily in an emotional way.


I wish I would have told my dad I loved him more when he was alive. That will always haunt me.
 
Feelings limbo is strange. I've got my best old buddy Bert too - we go back to grade 7. We never get all touchy-feely about anything. Conversation remains safe at all times. Sports, music, current events.

But then I've got other friends I will talk to about anything no matter how intimate. Even people I hardly know at all. Many times, I have spoken to groups of a hundred complete strangers about stuff I would never say to my best friend or my dad, I guess because the tone of those relationships was set before I got into analysis and sharing and whatnot.

Weird maybe. Maybe feelings limbo isn't the right term. More like feelings schizophrenia.
 
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