The Bloody Doors Off

Well, I’ve walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth and poverty
In the diamond markets the scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me
And I’ve walked these streets
In the madhouse asylum they can be
Where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me

Carnival, Natalie Merchant

Holy hell.

I made it through the entire day without the top plate slipping.

This is huge.

This is the highlight of my day.

I upgraded my phone. Hilarity ensued.

Technology and I have an… understanding.

I don’t try to hack the system, and there’ll be only one fuck up on installation.

I have the receipts.

Metaphorically.

This is what my blog has become.

Word salad.

I noticed yesterday that someone had read a post I’d written six months ago. I was curious, so I went and read it.

That was a very personal post.

But I felt good knowing it was shared.

And maybe made them think.

‘Cuz gods know, this post ain’t gonna achieve that.