oh my, what has happened to my blog?
this is distressing, what happened to multiple posts a day? what happened to my creative spark? gone. all gone. i thought maybe it was because i was just doing more with my life, but no, i think its just that im much lazier. i thought Maybe it was because im not as angry, but that cant be true. i have pleanty to bitch about...

We were just discussing today how Boulder would be so much better if there was a big white mental institution on a large lush grassy hill. It would have a menacing cast iron fence surrounding the property and to reach it you would have to travel up a long winding drive way up the hill, covered in massive beach trees. The neighborhood children would find fun in daring eachother to climb the jagged fences as some sort of hazing ritual. Otherwise, It would be a quiet place. Sometime, perhaps a shrill scream would break the silence, causing the mocking birds to flutter from the high branches in dissaray. Hardly a word would be spoken of it, the loony bin. It would remain a mysterious figure on the horizon, that is, unless, you happen to find yourself there.