Noting the unapologetic sprinkling of jewelry hands and other (funky/quirky) ornamental holders lounging aimlessly around the domicile, my thoughts began to wander.  This fleeting mental reprieve or lapsing work ethic (call it what you will) quickly had me thinking about relationships… particularly women and theirs.  I digress, realizing they’re happily created outside the bubble, because let’s be honest, many of us share a deeply evocative connection with accessories, our very special social armor.  Obviously, my endless throng of chains, spikes, and studs has achieved some sort of narcissistic greatness over the years or else I wouldn’t bother writing and rambling on about it.

But that’s just me… playing around inside the jewelry box.                                             

* Yesterday is gone…  and today will never return.

* As the weather warms to near 80 degrees from last weeks somersaulting 30-60 degree variances, another Midwest conundrum leaves meteorologists in a state of wonder.  A rarity among the norm of March’s suburbanite ambiance, the sky seemed to split like two halves forming a sun-drenched gateway… through the spread of blue, it finally warmed. Taking into account the shameless reality that had me suffering from post-traumatic cutoff syndrome, we canted about in perfect misdirection, which somehow led us back to the camera euphoria of this disco-inferno bowling alley.

* Sometimes peanut butter and jelly makes everything else better… but she won’t admit this in public even though she wears ballerina tutus. 

* I’ve been contemplating joining Twitter but can’t help thinking that it’s just the weirdest word, and the more I say it the more it lacks meaning….  Twitter, Twitter… whatever, moving on.

* Like some dark plague lurking with its twice-yearly appointments, I try to avoid it… but today I muster around that familiar/highly relevant/impending feeling of dread, because dammit, I hate going to the dentist.

* Okay, back to work…