Dual Purpose. Glasnost. Sand And Rocks.

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore.

Typing that out was mainly for my own good. But I suppose it serves the dual purpose of opening up this little monologue broadcast of mine. (Fanciful image of Eric Chao British pirate radio. 'ardcore, you know tha score! Chuckle.)

I'm not gonna lie to you. I can't think of anything noteworthy to post about. Not that it's stopped me in the past. But in the spirit of glasnost, I thought it only fair to make that entirely clear before I went any further.

Suffice it to say that I'm still here. Though not being a very attentive blogger. We can't all be Kathy Kim.

Well that jogs one thing. I got a postcard from Diana (Kathy = Diana, right? Heh. Sorry about that, ladies. That's just the way it's become wired upstairs. I'll call the electrician tomorrow.) today, all the way from Sweden. Next to my name, she drew a tiny stick man. Upon whose head she scribbled a tiny mimicry of my hair. Sweeps across the stickfigure head. I pictured her drawing it in there. For some reason, she has her tongue gripped between her teeth like a gradeschooler deep in concentration. Not that, to my knowledge, she does that. The thought makes me smile, though. I miss Diana.

And it's not like we hung out all the time. I suppose I just liked knowing that my friend was within reasonable distance at any given point in time. Such is the nature of my greedy, greedy friendship.

Alright, man. Fuck this.

I'll try again when I've got a head filled with something other than sand and rocks.