shaq lost me when he pretend to be a rapping genie.

but i must admit, he (being shaq) has been making his free throws tonight.

overtime.

watched that hockey game where it went to three overtimes. by watching i mean i flipped to abc every now and then just to see if it was still going on. i dont know who won. now ask if i really care.

i went outside the other night. it had to have been around four in the morning. i went out the back door, so as not to awake those in the house with the opening of the screechy front door. walked to the gate, patted the dog some, and as i reached down to unclasp the bungee cords we have holding the gate shut (we're quite southern sometimes) the scent of honeysuckle really hit me.

thats what life should be about. thats why i need someone in my life, someone i could have gone back inside to wake up. someone who would have already been awake. someone who would have followed me outside to smell the honeysuckle with me. someone to just stand by gates with me at 4 in the morning and watch the sky and listen and smell.

on another note, shaq just fouled out. they're playing happy trails to you. quite amusing. well, ok, not quite amusing, but hey, it's clever.

my spurs jingle jangle.

i love ball park hamburgers. if i wasnt sick today i could have had some for supper. except, i wouldnt have had hamburgers where i'd have been, cause those hamburgers suck, but ball park hot dogs arent bad either.

gonna go now, my fine feathered friends.