And here you have random Quotable Gambler page flop 3 (214,215). I must say the perfect Southern California weather and being high atop the relatively quiet and breezy hill does make for an improved experience of the world and perspective towards it, but I still wouldn't consider any fancy box worth being chained to for 30 years unless by passion or true love.
Just being helicopter eye-level makes me feel more at home and at peace again even with actually having nothing but myself for company as usual, but it's not such a bad office.
Such simple creatures...
And guess what else? I still have that map to the star's homes I bought last summer right where I left it above my sunvisor, and after 4 years of even-more-WTF content to add, I'm pretty sure I can draft some acceptably history-worthy letters at this point...
Can't print them on my own damn laser printer because I have no source of power to run it at the moment, but token proposals I can draft.
BTW - the catch 22 was never funny to begin with. Whatever monstrous design of the system that exists that leads any/all to believe it is probably just shows how sick the system is in light of everything else, it doesn't actually make some of the tabloid bullsh7t I've heard remotely true. Of course the difference is I'm not an actual celebrity by any stretch of the legal definition as my 2...wait, no, 3 blog subscribers proves, so being mocked and ridiculed by...I'll just stop. Though why so many have been the way they have when the entire design of the project was beyond-brilliant and completely well-intended as my entire life has been from the start...I don't know.
But I am damn sure curious to find out.
So much whatever in the world it's just awkward. Really, really awkward.
Share? Share? Share they say...
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