To err is human, to forgive is divine. But can you really forgive and forget, or is that just a line? Seriously, I mean, if someone affronts you to the point where you hold a grudge, how can you just forget that? And really, should you? I mean, if we learned nothing from the trespasses we endured in life, we’d be pretty stupid, wouldn’t we?
One day, when I’m grown up, I hope I can learn how to forgive.
I’ve had "Bohemian Rhapsody" stuck in my head all day today. Of course, that’s better than yesterday when it was "Afternoon Delight". Still, if nothing else, I have a fresh pair of contacts on today, so things are clearer, if not better, since it’s still early in the week.
I’ll spare the three people that read this journal regularly the reminiscent platitudes about San Diego, which is all I’ve been thinking about lately…
Because I always go out in public wearing sunglasses and headphones, I imagine most people assume I’m a crackhead. This is not the impression I hope to convey, nor is it who I am, but it’s what must come across nonetheless. So sometimes, when the sun’s out, I go au natural, and rely on the tall building and many hills of San Francisco to provide intermittent shade instead of donning my sunglasses. You wouldn’t believe how much clearer things are. Sunglasses may provide respite from the glare of the sun, but you can’t see shit in them. It’s a real give and take issue, my friends.
Speaking of crack, do you think Gwen Stefani was high when she though sampling the music from the puppet show scene in "The Sound of Music" would make for a good song? Just curious.
