Hey, all you bloggers that are sitting on your butts typing away! Do you
work full time? If you do, let me know. I have absolutely no time to
write my blogger nonsense on a daily basis. And that, 'sweet prince' is
the most frustrating element in my very meandering life. Please, please
tell me how the heck you can write all those reams of poetry ; nonsense
; self-absorbed angst ; and sex worship when you work full time? I am
very pleased with my (o.k. and yours too) blogger. I feel like I have
fallen down the rabbit hole; just falling and falling in a blissful
state ,sans the drugs. I love IT! It is peering through my own looking
glass at my own ego and my written word. Whether you are an amateur or a
professional; whether you are an exquisite artiste or you stink, it
makes no difference. Most people who create at some time or another,
have a strong sense of who they are in the images they create .
Mediocrity is the scare word for us. Your word or my word, we all
checked off 'public' for a reason. We would like to be read and
responded to. Sometimes, though , I feel that I shouldn't be 'published'
unless I am very, very good. And then again, who cares? It's my Journal
and if you want to read it, be my guest. Well, I am still here sitting
on my 'end' typing away . All's Well that Ends well. Bonne Chance, Peach

Rambling....

This just isn't fair. Twenty-four hours is not enough. When will I work
on my c.d. Rom business card. When will I be able to finally read
"Guns,Germs and Steel" . When Can I exercise. (I need it.) When will I
find the time to call Marz and whine on her shoulder. Give me a break!
Don't just stand around. Do something. If you want to make it worse for
me then call me when I am in the middle of an important project on the
computer. Having nightmares about the wicked witch of the Northern
Hemisphere is also the pits!(who else---Bushido; Bushwacked;whatever you
want to call him!) Ciao, Peach Zeenie

Yesterday I was late for an appointment(as usual), driving on the 405.
In the few minutes it took me to pass two exits, I had encounters with a
couple of erratic drivers. A little white car comes out of nowhere from
the far left lane and almost shaved off my rear end by inches as it
decided it wanted to get off at the upcoming exit. A short time later a
BMW decided that a more expensive car is entitled to 'attitude' and to
make any moves it can regardless of the traffic situation. He cut in
front of me so close that I had to apply my brakes as if I were coming
to a Stoplight . That was not the end of my adventure. When I got off
the Freeway at the next exit, a Semi almost obliterated my car by
squeezing me out of my lane. Are bad drivers multiplying or has it always
been this way? I am beginning to believe that the situation is actually
getting worse. Maybe because the population of this city is mushrooming
and apparently so is the ratio of moron drivers. There are times when I
just want to stick my finger out the window, or maybe my head, and
scream that they are scum with no grey ;matter or that their Mothers
suck worms. But I never do because I am paranoid of the gun-toting
crazies that are loose on the highways. I had always hoped that the 1994
earthquake had scared some of the people away from this State. And
although many left, about twice that many arrived here to live.
California continues to grow, and so of course will the traffic. And
that's another story................... Let me know if the bad driver
situation is also becoming worse where you live. Hasta Whenever, Peach
Zeenie