suddenly imagining angelica houston as the pagan teletubby…
james taylor is so cool.
all of his music is about letting go..
i have a kawasaki ex-250-r ninja sportbike.
me and my “prone to wander” has racked up 546,000 miles on it.
i’m sure that’s some kinda record, as that kinda mileage on a bullet bike is totally unheard of.
was thinkin about askin darryl if he wanted to go sca eventing.
his ship is associated with my household anyway, but not the normal type eventing.
.. pack the garb, pack the bikes, and go hit an event every weekend for next tourney season. anywhere but here .. food for the soul… urgh i need a road trip.
business has been, well, frankly boring. another client, another miracle, bibbidy bobbidy boo…
it’s old hat. need something new and exciting…
amazing really, how much my faith in myself and others rubs off on them.
it brings joy to me to see my friends happy.
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James Taylor regularly makes into the CD player in the car.
I added you as a friend. Hope you don’t mind 😉
the day i mind a magikgrrl adding me to her list of friends is the day that i humbly request all of my friends beat me in the head with a blunt object until i am cured of whatever posession ailed me 🙂
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James Taylor
Rocks. He lived with one of my very favorite singers of all time anywhere, Arlo Guthrie, back when they were young and poor. In one of his shows I saw, Arlo told a long, rambling story (as he is wont to do) about the two of them living with their girlfriends back east in this cabin in the woods in the dead of winter with one, tiny woodburning stove.
Yeah, James Taylor rocks my Casbah. I like to sing Sweet Baby James to my cat Rain, changing “James” to “Rain”, of course. 😀
Cheers.