Something doesn’t have to be unique to be special.

A window washing man washed my car windows outside the theater tonight. I offered him some change but he just said to “pay it forward,” adding later that he was a “spiritual window washer.” Perhaps he also meant karmic window washer? But he probably washes spiritual windows, too.

louder ≠ more truthful

Computers waste my time. I’m sitting here, incredibly frustrated at the present moment, waiting for some God-knows-how-many gigabytes of files to copy from one hard drive to another. Staring at it doesn’t help. Ignoring it doesn’t help. And this painfully slow and infuriating procedure is keeping me from sleep and keeping me from my love. Every minute I remain awake means one less minute of sleep after a very, very long day.

Sure, this is all my fault anyway. I set up the appointment to copy files after a very long day of teaching and rehearsing. I choose to remain awake instead of kicking the client out and saying, “come back tomorrow when the copy’s done.” And ultimately I choose to be frustrated. I just really want to go to bed now.

Please, people: if you ask someone to do something for you, you know, like a really cool job that is paid with money, please be sure that you want him to do it. Asking someone if he wants a particular job (and he responds with an enthusiastic “yes”) only to take that job away from that person soon after is not cool. Not cool at all. In fact, it is decidedly uncool.

Why can’t people just get along?
Why can’t people simply let others live
and laugh
and love?
Alone. In peace. In their own joy.

What purpose does hurting others serve when those you hurt are happy?
What good can come from tearing a person apart on the inside?
What good does pain
and anguish
and hatred
bring to anyone or anything?
Ever?

Ever?

Why I hurt so much now I cannot disclose.
It is too personal.

But now I hurt
When just moments before
I lived
And laughed
And loved

There is this girl
And she sings real nice
And she smiles real big
And she keeps it real

There is this girl
And she works real hard
And she walks real tall
Even though she’s real short

There is this girl
And she has a dog
And she makes good french toast
And she reads this blog way too much

And I love her

The person who said “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” obviously wasn’t a very good shot.