to blog or not to blog

i dont feel like being linear. am sick of it. just want to let my mind wander today. meander away...

i just got an email from an old, old friend. N. adore her. was nasty to her years back. dont think i'll ever really forgive myself for that. she's simply amazing - smart, funny, witty. head in the clouds but feet (it seems) firmly on the ground. beautiful too. like a botticelli angel with curly hair that seemed to go for ever. married to a super guy too.

sigh. life. weird, huh?

anyway, of late, i've been wondering: to blog or not to blog, that is the question...

criticisms of self-indulgence and boring prose have led me to self doubt... boring??? i hear you ask increduously. me???? yes, folks, you read correctly. many a family member from darlingest younger cuz M. to super gorgeous older cuz T. - all seem to think this blog is about as interesting as an autopsy performed on a dead frog.

to be fair, there are some people who might find that interesting. but they're probably as scarce as the people who actually enjoy reading this blog...

shit. gotta jet. fellow musician-cum-journalist and ridesharer extraordinaire Mer-maid is calling... need to boogie. SF is calling. missing my babe. DYING to get away from effing suite effing z... shout, shout, let it all out...

will try to write more.

blah blah blah.

laterz gatorz...

'o'

ps: yo, Big G. you listenin'??? can you hear me callin'? it's a long way from our dayz in the big apple, yo... missin' ya. ping me...