Midwinter Jicker

I'm sure Olympia is on some part of the way to Solla Salloo. Good Heavens, maybe it IS Solla Salloo, and that's the whole point. Hell. The river, Wahoo is racing down the street. It's dumping midwestern buckets out there, washing away the hail pebbles from moments ago. There is just enough light from the blue spots in the sky to notice the cherry blossoms dodging the raindrops. Whoops, I refilled my coffee, and it's done now, very bright, yellowy gray, but bright.

I get the blog thing now, I like this just because I like to write, and I like to read. Go Speed Racer. One of my favorite parts of school was the paper writing, and reading other people's work. Lately, I'm really enjoying all these blogs I'm reading. Finally started Streets of Laredo too, and that is a hard hitter so far. Anyway, phlegm brains make for disjointed writing. Moving on. Here's where I test my high tech linking abilities.

The first blogs I read were friends splendid sustenance and second overtime, or at least those that came before, never mind. Someone is whistling in my ear, and as far as I can tell, I am alone. I found chobitss randomly, and now I spy her on other pages I read. I can not explain beyond the pure pinkness, why I like her so much. I guess I'm fascinated by her food pictures and her cheerful disposition.

Then there is a small cluster of pages I read sometimes, and just recently, when I clicked a link, it led to myself, which made me laugh. They are in no particular order, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some, all and sundry, sprinting to hell, absolutely nothing novel or unique, no really, it's just my face, i write, and vw sista.

The sky is now screaming blue. Out.