like sand throught the hour glass...

... so are the days of our lives. (let me state here: i stole that from days of our lives. i dont' watch it. i had to ask wendell for it.) here we go, again.

seems anonymous... they're everywhere... is at it, again. in addition to this being my personal journal, it's turning into quite the soap opera. it's actually rather comical. many times i'd write stuff, knowing my out-of-town friends weren't up-to-date on the goings-on in my life. it was honestly just a substitute for a phone call.

however, now it has become an addictive logging-on session. what's this fool going to say next. for example, in the latest post, the blogger states that we're not in the begining but in the third inning, referring to a baseball game. what the hell does that mean?

the relevance of three in baseball only pertains to the number of bases (home is a plate, not a base) and strikes. and, i guess, there are three outfielders. but the third inning? no one gives a shit about it. it's only relevance is that it seperates the second and fourth.

i could understand the idiot saying the seventh... seventh inning stretch... or the ninth... the end of the game. but, the third?

then, after several postings from close friends, reverend anonymous, as he's been nicknamed, suggests i be knighted yet ponders whether that's feminine. at this point... although i've had a couple beers... i cannot think of any other female saint than mother teresa. i'm more than certain there are more males... thus being more masculine... than female.

thanks, reverend. when i was younger and atttended church, many of the older members would tap their watches so that our pastor would realize he was pushing... or heaven forbid... gone after twelve.

i'm not tapping my watch. keep up the good work, as leslee says. you're quite the entertainer. but, you're still a fucking coward.