My body stunk but I kept my funk

I have been on a big Faces kick lately. I am listening to "Ooh La La" as I type this to you, dear reader.

(Thanks Mop.)

I have received a communiquè or two about my lack of writing here lately.

((Antwaan and P., I'm talking to you.))

Well, every once in a while even someone as verbose as myself runs out of Words.

(((tm, V. Productions.))))

I have always maintained that people only come here for the pretty pictures. The attention span of your average American is slightly longer than that of a fruitfly. People don't even read books anymore. I love reading books. Always have.





In fact, my mom tells the story of one sunny summer day in the Dam. I was in grade school, maybe 4th grade. One of my friends rode his bike over to my house. I was laying in my room reading. Probably The Hobbit or The Fellowship of the Ring.









My mom walked down the hall and stuck her head in my bedroom door and told me my friend was there to see me. I told her that I would rather keep reading and she sent him away.






I also used to play a lot of Dunegons and Dragons.




((((Yes, ladies, I am single. You may want to get yourself a piece of this while it's still fresh. Or curl up with a nice book. Whatever.)))

I wish that I knew what I know now.

(((((When I was younger.))))))

I wish that I knew what I know now.

((((((When I was stronger.))))))

I wish that I knew what I know now.

(((((((Ooh La La.)))))))