Somewhere between 8 hour days sitting in a chair and my total loss of any spritual attachment I seek a proverbial paradise that eludes even the quickest wit. I see talent everyday, look at all the funny and distorted features that make such a varied plane of humans so wonderful to watch. I love my job, although my toosh does not agree and the hands too. Nothing a little massage can't handle. Not accepting any offers.
My question is, what is this need to have glorified moments… Continue
Posted on November 10, 2009 at 7:30pm