My wifes double life

This is the post that is on 90% of blogs, "I've been neglecting my blog and I'm going to really try to make an effort to post some stuff." Thats why my first posted blog stated that I may or may not update my blog in any sort of frequency that I feel I will or will not do... ah or it says that lets see how well I do in posting, and so far it's been a little weak. I think I post comments on other poeples blogs way more than I post to my own... anyway I'm bored at hearing anymore thoughts on this.

Oh I loved that I happened across a blog the other day from a woman complaining that she thinks her husband never reads her blog! LOL, That cracks me up. I think if my wife bloggeed, I'd read it at first, but it was the same stuff she told me about that day then I would stop reading it. However, if it were secret details of her hiden, double life that I've always wondered how she managed to do with out me having even the slightest bit of eveidence to say she has... Ok that was a run on sentence and even I'm forgetting what I'm saying. I'm saying if my wife had a blog that said things about her secret double life, then I'd be terribly interested about how she manages to spend so much time with me and yet is able to fit in another life on the side!!! She'd DEFINITLY have to be ninja trained, that grace and skill alone would be hard to keep from my keen observing eye. And the skill and knowlage that would be involved in learning to hide that skill.. it's just too much for me to believe... Lets say she didn't have a ninja skill, but rather the lucky James Bond type skill. Where she always got back into "place" right at the right time. Then I WOULD have no evidence, but no evidence is not evidence. That she is, I bet, banking on! No, no, no she can't. I haven't had her followed to her lunches, so I can't be sure she IS eating lunch, that would explain her physique, skipping lunch to do spy stuff for the governement, or work for crime bosses of the underowrld of LA stealing famous works of art, Gosh it really could be either! She did say she wanted to go see the King Tut exibit, I wonder if she's scouting it out and I'm her cover? The only way for me to find out is to start a double life of my own, one of mystery and intrigue!!! Where the slightest miscalculation and the proverbial deck of cards would come crashing down! Ah, the double life. Well, I'll let you all know how it goes, or I'll forget to, or I'll be in a turkish prison and can't... not that I would in that situation b/c blogging wouldn't be a priority at that juncture. It will however make for a great novel! Until I write again...

Shoes of the apocalypse

Funny thing about me is, when I put shoes on, not always, but anytime I put on shoes other than my every day shoes I think, “Are these the shoes I’d want to be wearing if the apocalypse happens today?” Funny thing though, I don’t normally think about the apocalypse. I don’t think about what that means or how that would happen, I just think about how pissed I be if I had on dress shoes or something, or on the contrary I’d be happy that I had on such a rugged pair of boots that day. I watch WW2 movies and how shoes are the first thing people take from a dead body. I mean if you only have what you had on, for the post apocalyptic world shoes would be a big thing, right?

Raining today

So LA's been getting a lot of rain lately. I like it that it washes my car and that it gives me a feeling of comfort. Why is that? (Not the washing car why but the comfort part) Rain feels like it protects me, there are less people on the street, you can't see people in other cars very well. So there's the primal fear of people. Hmmm I also likie the sound, it's better that the busy sound of the city, and traffic. Well it's a nice break in that sound anyway. Ok I feel like rain is kind of boring to talk about everyone likes rain or doesn't who cares it's small talk anyway.
Well what eva'
I'll write more later.
(unless I die, then I hope you forgive me, aaaaaaand if you don't I won't care either)