the hear that was

noticed that a year'd gone by since i'd actually been bored enough to start talking to a blinkin computer screen. figured i'd kinda put together a reckoner of things i'd done in the last year that kept me from becoming the most engaging blogger on this here miracle of binary digits, silicon and plain old putrified social skills. so hear goes:

heard 'em grenades go off outside
heard em talk of a recession
saw em freak out about a recession
switched from being a bonded laborer to a slave
almost fell in love again
decided enough was enough almost enough times
got my own place
got kicked out of my own place
almost fell in love again
got pissed
stopped giving a damn
grew old
decided to start working out from tomorrow
decided on deciding upon a change
and started riding again.

hell, all that and i'm back to talking to my monitor? shit. facebook, here i come.
and yes, i'm a southie. i say hear for year. screw you.

it ain't time yet

still pokhran wannabes. defenders of the faith destined to failure. still waiting for the trickle down effect to ease the pain of those we care about in the movies and the news. it ain't time for a real olympic champ, a world cup victory, a bonus, a raise. it ain't time for beddy bye. it sure ain't time to ask a girl out on google chat. it sure ain't time for the world to change. what's the point waking up to tata tea? limber up to slumber on? nah. it ain't time yet.