A fine line between Comedy and Blasphemy

Recently I received my order from LUSH for Katie and I. In the past I have just picked up stuff while in San Francisco. This time I ordered online because “taking a tub” has become a relaxation ritual for the both of us. I really like the LUSH products and wanted to expand into the facial cleansing products and such because of their natural ingredients. The only problem is I wanted to make sure that I liked the scents. The way we dealt with this was to take a trop up to Santa Monica to the local LUSH store. I love roadtrips with Katie. When she doesn’t sleep (The car does that to her) we talk and have lots of fun. After donating our recycling at the OCC Recycling Center, we headed up the 405. Where Katie is from they call it the expressway. She doesn’t get the term Freeway or Highway. I like to tease her about the regional differences, as she does me. We are both kinda ‘tarded that way. The Third Street Promenade is just like most outdoor malls. It was neat to walk around and see people filming a movie, getting coffee, and even the “Homeless on bikes” mini parade. (It was a group of people that had custom bikes that included garbage bags of stuff and lots of mismatched parts. We got to take in all the products, and picked up a few so now we no what to order online next time. Luckily at this time the wind hadn’t picked up so we walked around for a bit and then stopped at Barney’s Beanery to eat. (We were both getting grumpy) After the food, we decided to head back home before traffic picked up. Katie got a new phone yesterday and I was a bit jealous. It was a RAZR like mine, but a step up. I am waiting for the iPhone in June, but after seeing her phone I couldn’t wait any longer. The RAZR has come a long way in a year. This one has so many more features than my old one and a better camera. I used to not care about the camera, but I really use it a lot. It is great for posting things to my blog, as you can see.
It wasn’t the best sports year for my teams. The Kings sucked pretty bad this year in Hockey. Oh well, their turn will come again soon. The Seahawks made the playoffs, but not by much. My soccer teams are not faring too well, but it doesn’t look like the will be suffering relegation. Nascar just started up and it is Playoff Hockey. I love this time of year. Something about the Stanley Cup. The Ducks just might do it this year.

OMG, LOST was amazing last night. Lots of little things. Especially the end flashback. Not going o go too much into it right now, but I really enjoyed the episode. I cant wait fro HEROES to be back on. Next week I believe

Ever heard the phrase “Never had it so good”? Everyday lately seems to bring reality to that statement.

Well, the bath has really relaxed me, time to watch CSI and off to bed.

if anyone actually reads this…
not that i write here for anyone but my own amusement. I used to think I would use this as a place to put my deep thoughts that would alter other peoples lives. Never did I want it to be a Live-journal-esque place to sput “poor me” gothic poetry and depression, but at times it may have been. I have tried the Live Journal, the MySpace, the SuicideGirlls, Blogger, etc…
Do I care if anyone reads this, not really. I don’t need to justify my reality to anyone. I do not need peoples sympathy, empathy, or any other -thy. Don’t get me wrong, it is nice when people notice, comment and care. I am just realizing what a wonderful spot I am in, and how well life is when one just has a little faith. I look at where I was at a couple years ago. Hell, even a year ago and I can see where I have continued to grow and improve myself. There are always areas to improve, and I am grateful I keep looking for them.
I love the outlet of writing. It helps me learn where I am and be aware of what’s going on. It’s funny how one goes through fazes. Sometimes it’s all about writing, other times its about creating. (Side note: while rearranging the Cats room, I was organizing my craft stuff. I have been mulling many projects around, but some take up too much space with the cats around. I have decided to turn the garage into a craft studio. I really want to get back into making jewelry. Lots more ideas on paper, just haven’t had the time or money for supplies) It is kind of a meditation for me. I wish I had the recall of some friends at the end of the day, but I have a weird mind. I just move along and try not to deal with the past too much. Or maybe I am just to self-absorbed to remember other observations.

Speaking of that, a good friend, Joel Bull just released his first book:
“Evereything about you was cute until you wouldn’t fuck me anymore”
<img src=”http://www.joelbullbooks.com/images/jb_cover1.jpg” It is a collection of his journals and poetry.