A year in the Life of a Blogg

Hello my friends...
It has truely been a long time and I'm missing my blogging ways. I just want to reconnect with you all before the years end and say what a tremendous experience blogging has been for me this past year. This past year I opened myself up to Joy, a women I have never met in real life and one whom I have a deep and profound love for, this woman saved me from a deep pit of dispare. Az whom I have never met but his compassionate wisdom has carried me through some darkness as well, Kat whose hope was at times inspiring and whose clip art always makes me smile. I have shared my art, my words, my soul, my emotions with you all and you have become dear to me even though we don't see each other or post as often as we used to. You are all in my thoughts for the new year and here is hoping this next one is a damn site better then the last one was.
Lets make a pact to let each other know we are here and connected.

Much peace my blogging breatherin and may writters block not keep you down.

Love
Kuan

It's the holiday season....

Such fun. The homelessness is going to continue for the foreseeable future, possibly into mid-Jan. I also have no where to go for the holidays, Babushkas Grandma is going to be staying at the house and so I can't sleep there. I may be able to stay with one of my Aunts, but it's might be my car for X-mas since everyone will be having company for the day and it'll be impossible for me to get any sleep for work that night. So I might just park the car at a garage in the city and sleep in the back. Ho ho ho.
Anyways, I hope everyone's doing good and has a great holiday. I'll try to post again before X-mas but I'm not sure if I'll get a chance.
Peace.

Breastestess

Got into a long discussion recently with my Babushkas visiting friend over why it is that boobs are such a taboo subject sometime. It's ok for men to like asses or legs (heck I've lost count on how many popular songs there are about them), but if your a breast man people think your a scumbag. She thinks its because women have no control over the size of their breasts. You can improve your ass or legs by workouts, but other than surgery theres not much that can be done about the top. But why does that make a man an a**hole if he likes big boobs? It's not like I'll only date a girl if shes top heavy, heck my second longest lasting relationship was with someone who would have had to stuff her bra to be a B-cup. To be honest, when it comes to dating the thing I look for is the smile, and the sense of humor that goes with it. I just can't date someone who takes life seriously and never laughs. But if I'm just looking, guess what I like to look at? So that makes me a bad person? I just don't get it.

This town...is coming like a ghost town....

Hello?

...listens to the wind blowing....

Is anybody there?
...watches a tumbleweed roll by...

Hello?...Anyone?.....

...sun begins to set...
......dusk starts to fall...
.........watches the shadows grow long.....

hellooooo?????