I know that wasn’t meant for me. Someone’s standing right behind me aren’t they? Wait… for… it… No?!? No, I mean Really? Uh-Oh, now I feel stupid. Now I even look stupid. Don’t worry about it me, she’s already forgotten about you… But, I haven’t forgotten. I still just want to cook you up in a spoon and shoot you into my veins.
This awkward occurrence can be abstracted to define a decent* part of my life. And yes, this post’s title is a reference to a song by the band Filter. And yes, my new Mp3 icon is of work by the glass sculptor Chihuly.
Obscure ‘H’ will be back next week trying to be less obscure.
*And by decent, I don’t mean Frequent. But, it happens just often enough to keep my hopes alive. I mean more would be better but, that’s probably not going to happen.