VIRB

Man I've been thinking about life lately. Like I'm sitting on the edge of earth and surveying the great gaps of time and space intermingling below.
I am so damn lucky, you know? At least I'm not in Darfur. At least my voice is heard.

I never really considered the idea of "forgetting the past" till just the other day. I ordinarily think "how could one forget the past?". But it is easy to forget if one is willing to. But time's a bitch as well, and she erases anything worth remembering.

Shit I don't know how many times I've seen the same episode of Flavor of Love 3 run in repetition on my screen. Fucking writer's strike. Where's my mind-numbing sitcom schlop when I need it?

I'm going to watch some Sopranos. There's some actual reality in that fictional drama.