Day of the Turkey

A couple of days ago I auditioned for a play. Actually, it was more like four; a sort of killing four birds with one stone type thing. Anyway, we had to prepare a monologue and the monologue I ended up choosing by complete fate was about this woman who was addicted to shopping, failed relationships, sex, and drugs. Basically, she's a rock star. Minus the "rock n' roll". I think I chose it because it seemed like I might become addicted to the same things... or that I want to. Life would be slightly more interesting, or shall I say "live-able" if I were to actually be addicted to those four things.


Well, anyway somewhere along her rant she pauses and says... "I was everything you're supposed to be; patient, kind... etc." It sort of dawned on me that maybe you're not everything that you're supposed to be. It's the only way to win. In anything. You have to play dirty to play your cards right. Otherwise... you'll be like this woman.

I'm an Island, You're an Island. Let's Make an Archipelago.

Starting a new blog. Just because. Because it's addicting.

I suppose the "purpose statement" of this one is all about connections. That's widely ambiguous. "Widely ambiguous"; that's a very redundant phrase... ambiguous already implies the range doesn't it? Anyway.

Let's see what connections I find, notice, choose to blog about... Clever stories await.


I think that's my new end phrase; "clever stories await".

How clever can all my stories be though? We'll see.