KLR Thinking

Things I've learned from the movies #2

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 08:26:00 +0000

I realize that one of my biggest influence is the movies I have watched, and I thought I'd share a bit more of that.
Susan Sarandon is a brilliant actress, and I can quote many moments from her career. I dont follow her personal life or politics, but her characters are all great. The best ones are strong women, strength I admire and try to embody.

Ealier this week I was watching (got sucked into) "Shall we Dance" (for the fourth time). There's a scene where Beverly talks about marriage. This is a great speech as far as movie speeches go. I love the sentiment.

In "Thelma and Louise", Louise's motto is "you get what you settle for" and she's exactly right.

And in "Banger Sisters" (Goldie Hawn's) Suzette talks about Lavinia dancing, her kids laugh "But she's a terrible dancer" and she says something to the effect of That's what was so great, she didnt care what anyone else thought.
Fictional or not, that's the only way to dance. The only way to do anything, especially something you love.

Things I've learned from the movies #1

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 14:37:00 +0000

I never truly appreciated how much Anne of Green Gables shaped my life till I watched it again recently. Its been a few years since I watched it beginning to end. And yes, I have read the books. But I've spent much, much more time with the film. I can still recite it line for line as I watch, which I did not do for the benefit of friends with me. I know every scene, and the really weird part is most of them I have somehow incorporated into my world. I wont disect the whole movie, but here's what stood out;

-Movie introduction was my introduction to The Lady of Shallot, and followed with The Highway Man, and other literary pieces I love.

-Melodramatic grand statements? Check.

- Belief in a bosom friend, Check.

- Belief in kindred spirits, Check.

-Avoiding "putting on airs" and the judgemental, fake Josie's of the world.

- My Grandma is similar in many ways to Marilla, and I used to spend summers on her farm. This only encouraged my identifying with Anne.

- Being "Smart rather than pretty", and that being better.

- Romantic Ideals of love, Big Time Check.

I mean really, Gilbert? Captain Harris? Gilbert? C'mon. More on this later.

There is not one scene that I can't find a line imprinted on who I am. Formative years of my youth for sure. Anne's loneliness, imaginativeness, and eventual happiness where how I saw myself becoming an adult. Ofcourse, that makes sense when you are 12.

Or 14. Or 16. Um 31?

Tooth Fairy

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 09:24:00 +0000

OK, I dont have kids, and I steer away from the Mom talk, but my bestest friend told me a story about her little boy (my nephew for all intensive purposes) that I'm going to share because I think it is so entertaining. I may be biased.
So my bestest friend forgot to put anything under her 6 year olds pillow for the tooth fairy. So that night she had to correct the situation. She wrote a very nice apology, and put the note and $2 in an envelope. Wanting to add glitter, but not having any on hand she added some sparkly eye shadow powder. The next morning her little guy wakes up, opens the envelope and in a voice filled with amazement says "Fairy Dust!" After having watched Peter Pan numerous times, and the newly released Tinkerbell movie, he was convinced she had left him fairy dust. He scooped it onto his head and ran down the hallway crying "I can fly, I can fly!"
Ah, the sweet image from her story makes me laugh out loud, and then smile at his innocence.

Insight

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 08:41:00 +0000

I was chatting with my bestest friend and she made the comment that I seem to tie too much importance on where I am. Because she is my bestest friend, I gave this some thought. I have concluded that perhaps she is right. That if I set my mind to it, I could be happy where ever I am. Following that, I can make excuses to be unhappy anywhere. There's a frightening thought. I once heard Oprah say that she used to use her weight as an excuse, like "I'm too fat to..." and not try because of the assumed future failure. Really, you can insert any number of excuses into that sentence. "I'm too ... to ..." so dont even try.
I worry about being too uneducated, too untalented, too broke ass to make a go of anything.
This, ofcourse leads me to a movie quote. There's a scene in Heart and Souls (Robert Downey, Jr. - brilliant) where Charles Grodin's character is chickening out of literally his last moment to shine and Robert Downey Jr. turns to him and says (paraphrasing) "The reason you have failed is because you never tried." That could be me! Ah!
I talk a big game but after eating chocolate while playing on facebook I realized, success and I do not seem to be on the same page.
But all is not lost. Save the unforseen illness or bus accident, I can look forward to tomorrow as a new day to try again.
I will still be planning things to do in my soon to be found perfect future. But that doesnt mean I cant have part of perfect right now. I still have (perfect) me (heehee) either way.

Yay!

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 05:53:00 +0000

Diva thinks MY blog is excellent!!! This award originated over at JavaQueen where she says: "I hope you do as I have, and pass it on to all the people you know with an excellent blog- to let them know how much their words have touched you and made a difference in your life."

Thank you Diva! This is so cool to me.

And now I pass it on to,

Dating MissAdventures

I love reading all your writings!

November Already?

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 07:34:00 +0000

October seems to have flown by. This leads me to panic about the upcoming move in an I-can't-possibly-be ready-in-time way. Just making excuses to talk myself out of trying. I'm not doing that this time.
My self confidence seems to have taken a beating as of late. No one thing in particular, but I need to stop this slide in its tracks. I love the self help theory that you should fake confidence till you feel it. Also works for happiness, although it can be taken too far. Its like using visualizations (another brilliant device) to fool your mind out of a slump and get you where you want to be.
I once had a boss who asked "Tell me how you are, and make it something good" which I think is a nice way of helping find a positive mindset. A little bitch session never hurt anyone, but then its refreshing to try optimism.
I simply cannot focus on my unhappiness here. Its overwhelming. So I'm going to use my humour if I cannot find the good. Atleast I find me amusing, and that should be entertainment enough for now.

Nothing to write home about

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 05:44:00 +0000

Feeling generally mopey and detached these days. Part just the glum of winter, part my life in stasis. I can't seem to catch up with friends I used to talk to often, and am feeling left out. I dont want things to change. Not between me and them. Job, events, locations, sure, but not friendship. I want to call them, but then I feel like I'm leaning too hard. Even a strong friendship can support only so much. I want to call with good news, something new, but those stories are few and far between. I want to keep current with my friends because falling behind feels like falling out of their lives.
Interesting moment yesterday when I got cheered up by random conversation with aquaintance. This is how starved I've become for contact.
Really, I should stop looking back so I can see what is ahead. Or here.
But I miss it all so much.

Distracted

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 05:19:00 +0000

Google Game Idea taken from FourLeafClover

Put my name followed by "needs" and search google. One definate way to put it out there to the universe. Here goes.

Was totally set to play this game and maybe indulge in a little pity party. Some balloons, streamers, confetti, possibly cake.

Then the first of "my" needs came up as part of a school project on cultural exchange. The second was a child looking for a foster parent. I feel silly being whiny when there is such a big world with so many other things going on. I know my problems are big to me because they are mine, but sometimes I need to see a bigger picture.

If I want to have a positive influence in this world, then I need to do as the list instructed further down. Examples;
"Needs to find something to do tonight to keep her mind occupied..."
"Needs encouragement..."

AND MY ALL TIME FAVORITE,

"Needs a good kick in the ass."

Thank you universe.

Booty Call?

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 17:52:00 +0000

Last night shortly after midnight I got a text from an ex-lover. Normally no biggie, because we're transitioning into friends. But his intention was not friendly last night. And he's been hard to contact for the last little while. Which because he'd started seeing someone new, I expected. Not as distant as he's become, but some distance, sure.
He told me he thought to contact me after another friend reminded him of a story with me. A woman he'd been talking to since a reasonable hour.
I realize jealousy has no place in friendship, and I'm trying not to overreact. Honestly though, I feel taken for granted. Like he can just blow me off and then pick me back up again when he deems me worthy.
I'm actually insulted that I'm not important enough to him to be more than ego boost when needed. Maybe I set the ground rules too lax in our conversations. Maybe I'm reading too much into a passing comment. Maybe I dont care, because I'm hurt and I dont want to stifle that to apease someone else.

Reel life

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 06:35:00 +0000

And you thought at the end of the month I would fall away and never be heard from again. Haha!

A few years ago I went through a depressed phase. I dont know if I was actually depressed, but my actions seemed to imply it. No one needs 22 hours of sleep a day. Anyway.

In that time I pulled away from friends, family, life basically. Even books. Instead I substituted my life for a vicarious one through the screen. My best "friends" became the characters in my favorite TV shows, or faces in a film. I was so lonely and lost I fully embraced the reassuring and idealistic "reel world", as opposed to the harsh real world. It is a safe, comfortable place, with few suprises, and any harshness "isnt real anyway". This is part of the reason friends tease me about ideals , sort of as a concerned and gentle reminder to push myself out of that bubble.

I do believe everything happens for a reason. I hope to never fall back into that hole. I made changes, and continue to do. I once read that obsession is when you would chose a habit over an experience. I love CSI, but I no longer chose it over dinner with friends.

I still love my reel world though. I miss it if I stay away too long. OK, that sounded totally crazy. Let me see if I can explain. Its more like a hobby, now. Some people scrapbook, - I've tried, I cannot - or fish, - also a no go - or what have you. I love a story. Even how it all comes together. I am putting this to better use these days though. Last year I directed an act in a series of plays. And I'm always writing, and I intend to test it out on others. Not quite yet though.

Now instead of a sad place my reel life is hopeful and ambitious. It has always been my passion, and I want to channel that. I love the idealistic bubble, but I want to include more people in, not simply burst it. I dont expect it to ever be more than a hobby. I'd like to be part of a blockbuster, everyone likes to be appreciated, but it's not how I define success. Finding a way to do something I love, even just on the side, is success enough. Blending my reel life into my real life feels like success already.

Facebook, you temptation.

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 06:16:00 +0000

I will admit, I am a facebook addict. I think it is brilliant. And so very convenient. I love pretty much everything about it. This is how I lose hours of my life to reading status updates and clicking through photos. Facebook is the best way to reconnect with old friends and stay connected with current ones.
Having said that, I am finding I am losing a lot of productive time as well. I dont want to off anyone from my friend list, I want to keep them all. I dont need to keep up with aquaintances in quite the same way though. So I think I'm going to try something new. Less facebook and more actual life. "Oh no" you say, "That's crazy talk." No, no, they will all still be connected, like that address book you havent updated since high school. Except, now a move doesnt mean someone is lost. Instead of guessing at a situation from a nondescript status, I'm going to have a conversation with a friend about what is going on to be part of life. Theirs and mine. Schedules do still conflict so I will use email to converse with time strapped friends, not snoop through photos to catch up. I'm not signing off forever, and I will come back to update.
I'm just taking a facebreak.

The Redneck King

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 06:12:00 +0000

I've been thinking about writing this for a bit. I'm never comfortable getting personal. Still in my head, so on my last day of everyday blog, I'm going to share.

This time last year I was falling. I met the Redneck King - so called because he is the alpha of his redneck friends - through friends. I'm not still wrapped up in it, so I dont want to rehash the details because that would hurt. Lets just say I shared something with him, and he turned out not to be who I thought he was. I wish I could say he meant nothing to me. I know I mean nothing to him. Sometimes that is still hard to wrap my head around. Occasionally, less and less as time goes on, I find myself imagining future conversations we'll have when he calls me. He's not going to call.
He suprised me by being what I didnt know I wanted. I have high standards, friends often tease me about not giving anyone a chance. He didnt fit my ideal, previously discussed in photos. He wasnt academic, but he was smart, and extremely people smart. He wasnt a musician, but he loved music and had this amazing voice when he sang. He made me laugh and made me feel at ease. He still is all these things.
He also completely disrespected me. I reacted by assuming it was a mistake he would soon correct. A part of me wishes I could go back and call him on his bullshit. It wouldnt change anything. I dont want to be with who he actually is.
Just, sometimes I still miss the possibility he didnt want. The what could have been seemed like a fun place.

Head space

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 05:02:00 +0000

Wishing this was in my reality

Cool

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 06:11:00 +0000

I was thinking about high school today when one of my classmates walked in. I love when life is like that. Like when I first heard about voluntourism online, and then the next two magazines I came across and Oprah featured the topic. I am off topic.

I was never cool in high school. I had good friends, so I wasn't a total social outcast, but there were parties I just wasn't invited to. The girl who came in the store was exactly as cool now as she was then. By cool I mean; trendy, so fashion cool, and also nice, so personality cool. And she had a moment where she became self conscious and said I probably didn't remember who she was. We had choir for two years, yes I remember you.

It's funny, to me, how high school can haunt you. I used to think of all the popular kids as one dimensional cutouts of the other. A few actually are. But for the most part, because I didn't have classes with them (or talk to them in class) and didn't party with them, I didn't really know them. We just didn't travel in the same circles. I used to hate the idea of becoming friends with any of "them" (cool kids) because I thought "If I wasn't good enough to be friends with then, why would I care to be friends with them now?" Looking at my yearbook I realized there are a lot of people in my graduating class I've never had a conversation with. That doesn't mean I shouldn't.

When you are in high school everything is the be all and end all of existence. To a certain extent I think that is true. The labels stick in your subconscious. Acceptance would have been nice, but I never set out to be popular. I never had hockey and drinking and hookups as common interests. Plus I was waaayy too shy. I didn't wave my freak flag as proudly as I do now. I just wanted to get through as under the radar as possible. To the people who knew me then I will always be that choir nerd. They will always be who they were in my mind too.

Once you are out of school though, there are very few opportunities to be judged by a large group of your peers. And your peer group changes from same age, same grade to common career, common hobby, common life. If you are lucky you find commonality.

I think everyone is a geek. Not in a demeaning way, but everyone has something they "geek out" about. It may not be mainstream, but even if it is, doesn't make you any less of a geek. "Geeking out" just means you are passionate about something. I hear people all the time apologizing for being themselves. "I'm such a geek but I just love..." you probably aren't the only one. They just didn't want to say so incase it wasn't cool.

I have so had this day

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 07:28:00 +0000

This artist is hilarious and has a novel, if you like this check out "Nothing Nice to Say" and/or "My Stupid Life" by Mitch Clem, or go here

Virtuoso

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 06:00:00 +0000

Tonight I went to this violin (and piano) concert of beautiful and interesting music. It's been too long since I've heard live music of this calibre. I could feel all my musical training perking up, dusting itself off and coming to focus. Like a book that challenges your mind, this challenged my ears. There is a great sense of belonging I have with music. It belongs with everyone, but with music I always belong. As an audience member, performing, or even disussing, I never feel out of place with music, or musical people. It's more than an old friend, it's like an integral piece of my being. Especially my well being.

Something Fun

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 06:11:00 +0000

Still new to this whole bloggosphere, and with a small reader base, I'm just going to put this out there. Ok, I'm not sure how Meme's work. Is there an ultimate source page for them, where do they ultimately come from? I'm guessing imaginations not unlike mine. Are there topic rules/guidelines? I dont know. I love all things meme, I want to start one. Maybe its not called meme if you start it. I should goggle this. Maybe wikipedia. Definately setting up the "I am uninformed" flag, should the more knowledgeable descend. Having said this, and recently discovered how to insert pictures I present my idea for you to copy and fill in the blanks.

Top Criteria for Ideal Mate: In Picture Form

Not gender or otherwise specific, and not limited in number of choices.
Everyone has criteria, not anything set in stone and sometimes you get suprised by someone who fits in a way you never thought about. I have a friend who always goes for the white trash, Kid Rock, Eminem, guys from tattoo shows, that's her.
Diva, you (and others like you) may just post a random sampling of pictures of your hubby, but you must be specific as to how he fits your ideal.
If this finds you too broken hearted to think about present and futures or simply brings up the past, then set you as your ideal mate, and conjure all the things you like best about you. Or do both.
I am shallow and am pulling from Hollywood images. I leave it open to your own interpretation, just please tag it back to me so I can join your fun. Yes, its terribly immature, but its for fun. That's it, that's the whole thing.
Oh, wait, yes, here's mine.

In ever changing order of importance, I look for,

SMART; Well read, articulate, aware of the world around him.

MUSICAL; Music is a huge part of my life and its so attractive when he shares that.

FUNNY; A quick wit that makes me laugh.

POLISHED; Well groomed, with a sense of etiquette.

MACHO, MACHO MAN; There's something to be said for masculine.

AMBITIOUS; If not successful, atleast want it.

I'll find a pic to go with this, that is not Donald Trump, as he is currently in my head. Not a politician either. Too slick.

This took much longer than I thought. Not the simple game I thought it would be. Play if you want, but be warned.

99 more days

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 05:42:00 +0000

In the spirit of honesty I'll say I fell off the wagon this morning. And again this afternoon. Lets move on.

I've counted it out and I have 99 more days till I move. Seems cold to be counting down like I'm waiting to escape. The good parts of here are always in my life wherever I am though. I don't need to physically be here to have a laugh with my Dad. Or to hear how much my Gram loves me and tell her the same. They're only ever a phone call away.

I think of it like being under a giant comforter. Its warm and feels safe. You also can't see what's out there. And when you finally fold it back, there's that first breath of oxygen. It may be colder but it feels like freedom. Like something you needed and didnt even know you were missing.

I'm looking forward to breathing it all in.

Another day

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 05:05:00 +0000

Made it through today with no chocolate. Not an especially trying day, but a craving heavy day for some reason. Fate seemed to conspire with me in a very odd twist. The chocolate I wanted was sold out, and when I decided (after serious consideration) on an appropriate substitute, my Dad walked in the store. I cannot break my own rule in front of him as I have told him about it, and was thereby prohibited from indulging. Feeling closer to health than not, if a tipping scale is not too much as an illusion.

Storm clouds

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 00:35:00 +0000

Being alone is sitting fine with me today. Better than dissapointment. I'm so far behind on the marriage and kids bus its not worth trying to catch up. Even if I did want it. So alone it is. Better to be alone and happy than attached and miserable.
Really stomping my inner optimist today. She's all happy and positive and chipper and I want to punch her in the face. Everything is shit now, and will continue to be for the forseeable future. I know, she's rallying, "put positivity out and the universe will bring it to you" and I say bullshit. Continue to believe that and the universe will test your resolve. Hope springs eternally to get stomped. I dont want to wish for anything anymore. Following that I'll be genuinely suprised if good actually happens.
OK, now I should become a recluse.
I have a pretty great life, family to rely on, good health, all the basics on the heirarchy of needs. I try to not take that for granted. I appreciate that there are people in the world with real problems. I'm just frustrated with uncertainty in this moment. Not just love, but finances, and dreams and a five year plan that is 15 years off course. I feel derailed, and I'm not sure how to get back on course or even which track is right when I do. I want to feel in control, not just reacting to the moment. I need to focus.

Project number one

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 06:20:00 +0000

I missed a day in my blog everyday plan. OK, two. Not dwelling, moving on and getting back into the groove.
I spent today cleaning. Attacked the kitchen full force. My mom is not very much of a housekeeper and no one else has the ability to reach into cupboards and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I emptied shelves and cupboards, cleaning and organizing, washed walls, basic cleaning standards. I'm trying to have empathy for how it must be to have someone come in and do that to my kitchen for my mom's ungrateful response to my hard work. I'm tired of always having to see it from her side.
I have two characteristics that I always use when with my family. One is a built up ability not to see the mess that surrounds me. It is their house and their things, and if this is how they choose to live, so be it. The other is I am extremely forgiving. Not in a saintly way, but I dont hold on to grudges, I dont get mad easily and I dont stay mad long. This is one of the best qualities I have from my Dad and I hope I always keep this in common. Some may say, then you are a doormat. I have been, at times, yes. But I have more self confidence now to stand up for myself. I'm not interested in holding on to anger all the time.
My mom and I have always had a difficult relationship. This is not all her fault. But it is not all mine either. I'm tired of knocking at the door for her attention, and getting a bruised hand for my efforts. I simply accept that we are not going to have the close relationship I envy of others. I love her very much, and I would really love for her to open that door.

Triumphant Return

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 07:50:00 +0000

I wish everyday was as fun as this

29 Things

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 05:44:00 +0000

Meme taken from the always lovely Diva

What is your occupation right now? Clerk, and, let's go with general labourer
What color are your socks right now? The socks I had on earlier were navy and fuzzy. Wondering why I took them off actually.
What are you listening to right now? Music in my head. Some sort of dance track mix combo. Its good.
What was the last thing that you ate? Zucchini and broccoli, brown rice and prawns.
Do you drive a stick shift? Quite well if I say so myself.
Last person you spoke to on the phone? My sis.
Do you like the person who sent this to you? Pretend that says do you like who you got this from, Yes, one of my oldest and best friends. Encouraged my blogging :)
How old are you today? 30. Ah!
What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Figure skating. Its a sport.
What is your favorite drink? Grape Crush. Good with or without ice cream. Also I love fruity girly drinks, but not involving tequila. Daquari yes, margarita no. Paralyzers.
Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes, but I've given up trying to get rid of the red.
Favorite food? I'm a total foodie, but here's the short list, sushi, shishkebabs, the perfect steak, and especially anything breakfast, waffles, crepes, eggs, hasbrowns, bacon, if there's a possibility of syryp I'm there.
What is the last movie you watched? That I liked? Penelope.
Favorite day of the year? January 1st. Follows Christmas/Birthday/New Years gauntlet.
How do you vent anger? Sarcasm.
What was your favorite toy as a child? Grover
What is your favorite season? Summer. Long days of sunshine and feeling they'll last.
Cherries or Blueberries? Cherries
Living arrangements? With parents and maternal grandmother.
When was the last time you cried? The last time I really thought about the reality of the situation.
What is on the floor of your closet? A lot of things that aren't mine, like an accordian (you can ask, I dont know) and my suitcases.
What did you do last night? Same thing we do every night Pinky. TV, facebook, blog, bed. Exception of the new good tv.
What are you most afraid of? Losing those I care about. Never finding love. Woah, deep.
Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Ah, cheeseburger from McD's. Otherwise not a big fan of the burger.
Favorite dog breed? Mine.
Favorite day of the week? Monday. Starts the week fresh.
How many states have you lived in? Clearly American, I've only lived in one province, how dull.
Pearls or diamonds? Really, who would pick pearls? Although after I watched Blood Diamond I no longer wanted any precious stone. And mining? I may just opt for a tattoo. Oh, who am I kidding. I want a big rock.
What is your favorite flower? Tulips

Where is the money tree?

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 06:04:00 +0000

Earlier this summer I was standing with my Dad in an office of an aquaintance of his, a business(car sales)man. They were discussing poor spending of the next generation (indirectly, but not pointedly, me)and how none of "these kids today" have any fiscal sense. That in order to buy a home they have to have the deposit given to them.
More recently I was discussing how business values have changed. It used to be that you were rewarded for loyalty if not hard work. Get in with the right company and they'll take care of you. Nowadays more often then not though, everyone is looking out for number one. Putting all your eggs in one basket seems smart, inless that basket is forestry, car manufacturing, and the like. Working at a big grocery chain used to be a good job. A good union job. The benefits flowed from the top. Now the benefits are still at the top, but the new contract barely rewards loyalty. Competing against wage hourders like Walmart drive competition, but good thing, because where else wil you be able to afford to shop on pennies an hour.
Looking at career options, education is sold as the be all to end all. Maybe if you aim for a trade. A self employable trade.
I'm not saying it isn't possible to build equity in this day and age. I'm just tired of being sold "the good life" that is so far in my future I may never reach it.

Oddly Thrilling

noreply@blogger.com (Reddy) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 06:20:00 +0000

Ok, so I cant figure out how to embed the link, so you'll have to follow it, but trust me, its worth it.

Prison Thriller