and then...

id like to think i am funny. even hilarious for that matter. humor, i believe, is often more about the disposition... so even though the world around me cracks me up like a party pooper, the little peices of shiny paper fall in an organised fashion.  basically...i think everything is funny. specially stuff that i do...its just that other people take it too seriously.  dont! what is wrong with u people! try and not let my frown and flaring nosetrills get to you... for the jester never dies...even as i hyperventilate...i, myself laugh at what i do. 

now if everything in life was as soothing...

to be just a thought, like a post-it, is to lead a very uncertain life.

two things i value the most... intimacy and the capacity for joy.

i was a more private person than ever, i thought. had i not known myself before? or was i changing? more and more i chose to stay alone. stuck with my books and dogs and cobweb decissions i would never make again.

from time to time it is fun to close your eyes and in the dark, say to yourself..."i am the greatest creator and when i open my eyes, i shall see before me a world for which i am only and completely responsible." so in the sense of it, i have created each of the person in my life. i am responsible for how they behave and what they do in my presence. i am the cause of you-as-i-know-you. nobody else in the world knows the you that is in my life.nobody knows the me that is in yours.

my man, he'll need to have found on his owm the same answers that i have found, that whatever we think, comes true in our lives, that miracles are not miraculous at all. him and i, we'll never get along unless....he'll have to be exactly the same as me!