i live in an imaginary world inhabited by hope, dirt and emotive color. i wrote that several months, if not a year ago, when i first got this myspace profile. today is july 31, 2007, and this is the first time i've touched any of what was written here originally. that first sentence is still true, even more so now than when i first wrote this a while ago. lots of dirt. lots and lots. and lots of color... in fact, as interesting as this may seem, in a city of over half a million people mine is the only car that is painted using all three primary colors. it would be nice to see another, regardless of what kind it might be. then again, that color combo was purely happenstance- entropic serendipity, you might say. the hope is still alive too, although its quantity, unlike the other two, may have diminished a little bit. who am i writing this to anyway? who is reading this, and of that group, who is paying attention, and of that much smaller subgroup, who cares? i'm writing it to myself, i guess. because i, like most other people, probably like to listen to myself talk.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
i would like to meet people who don't call or visit only when they need something.
