You know, sometimes I feel like the only way I'll get into heaven is by hanging onto someone else's coat tails and refusing to let go.
Faulty theology, I know. Let's not get into that.
Those of you who know what I do for a living will find this a tad ironic. Just so you know, I do too. I think my life is living breathing walking proof that God has a sense of humour. At least, I laugh. And somehow I think God let's out a chuckle or two too.
To segue in a different direction:
Anyone in their late thirties out there? If there is, are you increasingly experiencing the 'blurt effect'? (© R, 2008.)
You know, where you find yourself expressing thoughts you used to think but wouldn't allow yourself to share? And no, this is not a euphemism for rude. It's just, you know, a growing tendency to call it like it is.
I tell ya, these are the best of times.
(I'm high on I don't know what, and I still have a termpaper to complete. By tonight. Yikes.)It's my window, but I don't own the view.
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