Tonight is the last time I even address the issue of Google+. I gave it one more try but I do not like all the "you must" and "this will change everywhere in Google". Ultimatums put a bad taste in my mouth especially as I use a pen name and Google+ insists I use my name or allows me to change my name with the "universal Google" thing going on. Thus, I am officially not acquiring anymore Google+ than I already have today which I did not realize I had done when I was toying with it originally.
I did not work today. Literally. I stayed home with the exception of a short trip to the grocery. Watched a bunch of episodes of a show on Netflix that I cannot name at this moment. I knew the name until I wanted to write it. If the name were a dame, she would have just stood up and walked out the door, shut it and disappeared around the corner. Anyhoo...I also watch Bones on Netflix. I have a solid addiction to that series.
Yes, I do sound frivolous and laidback. I may well be frivolous in my t.v. viewing but I am not laidback. I give the appearance of laidback but only to those who know me casually..passing acquaintances. Intense is a word more often assigned to me. Of late I have been home, at work (my mom's house), church, wal-mart and an occasional coffee with a girlfriend, drs. visit and such. My world is small indeed. Working from home has proven to me that I, despite a gregarious bent to my personality, am fond of a small world. Who knew? The fact of the matter is that I am thinking I need to encourage myself to get out amongst people for the sake of it. No purposed decision. No, I need to be "tres" casual in my wanderings. If, that is, I have wanderings. I have copious amounts of "wonderings". Do they count, I wonder? (clever of me, don't you think?). I wonder where birds go when it rains. I wonder how stuff gets to my computer and out from me to your computer cause I just cannot grasp it in the air traveling along or on a cable speeding within seconds across the world. I wonder how deep the deepest part of the ocean is and if I would be able to swim there knowing how deep it is and all. I wonder if I will ever fully grow-up or if I will be consigned to the quasi-world of adulthood laced with childish musings? I wonder, wonder who wrote the book of love? (quoting a song and singing it in my head while writing.) Given another moment I will also choreograph people dancing to the song and build an environment around them complete with costuming and set design. Yes, I think "laidback" is a misnomer "pour moi"!
"What's with the French, lady?" a voice shouts from inside my head. "Pretentious drivel, don't ya think?" Pondering this question and the fact that it has been birthed from my own psyche makes me wonder just a little bit. Just a little bit is all though. I pretend to ignore the source of the shouts, shrugging my shoulder slightly with an air of nonchalance. Why let on that I wonder? It is my world and the source of the shouting is just living in it! Au revoir!
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