
Dear Summer,
You mind if I smoke?
warmest regards,
California
I'm throwing my pen in the ring as it were to write daily insights of all sorts, stolen bits of conversation, jokes, laughs,the comedic, the sad, the mundane--all fair game. I'm joining ranks with the Blog365. Come on, we'll all travel this road together...
Have you seen these cars? I have been to many shows and festivals, out west, down south and even up north, but not until I landed in Columbus Ohio had I ever see the "toy covered cars." It looks like someone sped through a Mc Donalds Happy Meal toy collector's when the car was covered with glue.
I watched Celebrity Circus with one eye while typing a document from a book.
When my friend Kerry said “Expressing without expressing”, it was as thought a hundred strings of Christmas lights flickered to life. The concept crystallized and suddenly made sense to me on a thousand levels.

Can you steal time from twilight? I am not a very good thief. I have tried staying up all night, only to be forced to pay for it by sleeping through beautiful days. I’ve attempted to write or create through parts of the night. And I get away with it for awhile, but then, naps call to me until I fall into a chair and relinquish alertness for a coma. I may steal time—in a way—by multi tasking until it’s glaringly apparent that I am not good at either thing equally. I could steal your time…yeah, I could do that without even trying.
The Long awaited CD from Jakob Dylan hit the shelves June 1oth and we got our copy yesterday. I'm not really sure how Bob will take it when I tell you that Jakob's voice is a perfect blend of Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen, but that's how it sounds to me.
Exam's have been taken, sign outs are complete. School is out. My whole family is home today. The humidy has arrived, the sun is blazing across the driveway and it's finally HOT! I think I can smell California burning.
I’m reading this book of poetry called “Splintering”. It’s written by a brother and a sister who, with their family, survived a home invasion by a man high on PCP. Their family was dysfunctional before, and evidently it just worsened. I like the writing style because it reads well, flows well. It isn’t rhyming poetry which I favor.