this morning

went to Presque Isle beach yesterday,
my beach is one s.t away, but went there, some festival made Presque isle real crowded, but the humanity provide much interest,
On the way a grasshopper hit the windsheild /w/ horrendous velocity!
SPLAT!!!
it looked like the stuff that is in "cheese" crackers sold in a pkg in candy aisle..
what IS that stuff,
and yet.. this simple stuff on the windshield propels zillions of grasshoppers through their hectic but sometims abreviated lives..
amazeing, aint it?
such simple? or seemingly stuff.

Hi to all!

I needed this!
a place for inspired thought, raves and rants,
I used to write my buddy -A.- a folksinger I met online, but he "met" someone in his home town, and I suppose a bird in hand is worth 2 in the bush- ran off /w/ the older battleax, and got "too busy" to tell me how smart I am anymore- ya know guys dont call ya smart unless their trying to get laid, and /w/ so many broads giveing it away anymore- no guy wants to let romance develop, to get to know ya,
I guess I'm just a bitter, divorced broad, hopeful for true romance one day, but gun shy about the jerks I meet...
and I meet jerks.
Some guys are honest- the other night this dude told me he dont own a computer, but his Dad uses his to meet women, fly them out and ship them back- like Hickory Farms cheese logs.
Oh, and I work in a place that drives me nutz too, more on that later!
greeetings to all!
Cheryl