Sunday, April 22, 2007

Living, learning.

One gets into these (trust me, friendly) conversations when I was asked what I had done in my XX years (safe to stick to the two digit placeholder, I have passed the X phase and haven't hit the XXX phase yet). As in what I have accomplished, what I have to show for it.

I said, I have just lived and there is no total record of it all. My fearless moments, guilty pleasures eating fried chicken behind closed doors, thoughts that make me the walking lost, music I have found and destroyed, or all I have read, or whatever. Even about the worst of us, nothing less can be said.


Blogger artoo said...

Fried chicken? Can open ... worms everywhere.

11:04 AM  

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