Random Nibble(s)

I have an Aria scale by Fitbit. It has a brain and a web address. I believe it may be smarter than most cats. BMI, yes. Weight, yes. Back scratcher, no.

My waking days are filled with the thoughts of the ghosts that we once were. The ghosts of an empire that is crashing around itself, but has bought a system of news and justice that continues to feed a fantasy that everything is fine, never been better. My nights are filled with freedom and doing. Of love and family. I must find a way to rectify the two as I want to build great comedies and theater and and and But an old ghost holds me back.

We shall begin by breaking it down into its base.  Pro: as in for. I Agee.  The end I'll get a picture later.

BUT THEN... If one were to look at the cost of a home there... As opposed to here... It all starts to make  sense. If by sense one means wow, that's a really big difference. 

I started this so that I would write, something, every day. This has not been the entire truth. As you can see if you just scroll.  Truth is I do write, but don't always post. Whatever does my Fan think? They've come to rely on my words like the beating of their own heart. I bet they are sad. Like a red velvet clown over a couch. Or a hyper colorized blue shirt on a terra cotta wall. Yes. I crushed the highlights out. They desereved it.

What a freakishly brutal time in my life. Only time to find little things in my life that make me happy. But then maybe that's all there is?