December 10th, 2002


Confirmation after Confirmation


Sometimes life feels like being on a raft, waiting for the right current to drift you in the right direction, preferably towards somewhere you’ve always wanted to go. Today, a celestial sea change suggests that your raft is about to ferry you to your desired destination. All you need do is relax. The waves which are going to carry you need no help. They’ve set your course and they’re not changing it. You might not get to this luscious looking land as quickly as you’d like, but all that matters is that you know you are most certainly headed in the right direction.

Thank you iceraver!

Dear Santa,

I have been a good Boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jimi's Christmas party. It was Chad who spiked the punch with too much Vodka Gimlet. I can't help it if I drank seventeen glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Lilac.

I thought it was funny when I put Melissa's Panties on my head and danced the Rumba on the Dinner table while singing "That's Amore''. I didn't mean to break Jimi's Vibrator and don't know why Jimi would sue me for Grand Theft Auto.

I don't remember calling Roger's wife a beerlicious Emu---even though she looked like one with Gold eye shadow and Red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Rachel's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that Pork Rinds.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Dodge Dart through my neighbor's Foyer. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a craptastic Duck and have me arrested for Intellectual property infringement!

So, I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all long and hard. And I'm really not to blame for any of this throbbing stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and quickly yours,
Klae (Really a nice Boy!)

P.S. It's only 69 bucks!

Is it so wrong?

That my friend Nancy's 7 year old son is having his tonsils out, so she asked us to write him 'get well notes' and my first instinct was to write "Just be glad they're letting you keep your nuts!"


Such a bad influence...

And then there was peace...

The last time I cast the coins of the I Ching was July of 2001. Tonight, in my unsettled state, I took the coins out, meditated for a few minutes, and asked for help finding my path. This is what I was told...
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