Gilly Bean's blog: "Obscure Ubiquity"

I completely forgot about having this site. Guess that happens sometimes? I'm completely ensconsced in reading. It's a nice past-time. It's a nice escape from reality. Though of course, there is always a little bit of reality in fiction. My house is a disaster and I have absolutely zero inclination to clean it. There's nothing wrong with being a slob is there? Well, as long as it's not a dirty disgusting slob. Which I am not. It's sunny outside. I think I'll go sit on my patio.

I have surreptitiously been introduced to Tegan and Sara. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that as of yet. I find them intriguing yet also somewhat nasally, which isn't exactly an endearing quality. It's raining. I love the smell of the rain. As long as the power doesn't go out, I'll remain a happy camper er house dweller? Most definitely something. Ciao

I have most definitely not been spending as much time here as I used to. I haven't quite decided if this is a good thing or not as of yet. When I do, I'll be sure to inform you. Yogurt is quite disgusting looking, yet delicious. Ice cubes are not best melted on the floor. Walking thru spider webs is quite sticky, at least there was not a spider entangled in my hair as well. That would have been less than pleasant. Ciao

I feel the need, the need for speed. Getting in the car and driving isn't such a bad thought. I'm watching the Bachelor. Dear Lord, give me strength. I need a sandwich.

I don't have a complete thought process at the moment. The fly on the wall. The tree wavering in the sunlit breeze. The call of the wild disguised as a bird's whispering willow. The glisten of a rain drop in a smooth puddle causing the slighest ripple which in a theoretical sense could be causing tornados in Alaska. Green crayons turning yellow with a flick of the wrist in the simplest drawn line. Children as an oxymoron, so big yet still so small. The muffled sounds of purified water flowing down my throat as I swallow. The obscure ubiquity of existence and it's purpose, if in fact there is one at all. Draw your own conclusions.