You had me at “The Gin in the Gin Soaked Girl”, Bina. Got any questions for your friendly, former crackhead here on WordPress? Let me know. Take care of yourself and I’ll see ya ’round.
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Who am I and what am I doing here? While I'm sure that the answer to that question is far more subjective than '42' (refer the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy), I like to think that it is far more simple than you and I will ever want to acknowledge. Remember the times spent dazed, in the school physics class? The meandering derivations reminiscing the Greek alphabet always made me think how beautiful the mathematics of everything was...to look at. I never really thought much of the the derivation bit. I liked the poetry of figures and letters on a plain sheet of paper, trying to make sense of the universe...
Point is, we needn't try to make sense all the time; needn't look for an inference all the time. My life's full of scraps of random confusions, perceptions and celebrations..and this is going to be my scrapbook... my rain check on my memories....it is great to start revolutions from your bed on a sunday afternoon when turning around to switch channels on the tv can be entirely too time consuming...
So thats me...and for the rest...I leave it to your imagination.
You had me at “The Gin in the Gin Soaked Girl”, Bina. Got any questions for your friendly, former crackhead here on WordPress? Let me know. Take care of yourself and I’ll see ya ’round.