like sands through the hourglass...

these are the days of our lives...

as i started reading a few other blog pages, i started to realize that i've become irrelevant and boring. i mean, really, does anyone want to know this much about my essentially non-existent love-life? i should think not. of course, i blog for me, and not for others. but, ahhh, i don't know.

there are so many important things going on in my life (non-dating related), as well as the world at large, and all i seem to find time to write about is frivolous things.

oh well, if i so choose to bore people with the innane details of my life, so be it.

i could write about the fact that the powers that be have decided to close my office location and everyone is either being laid-off or they are relocating to georgia.

i could write about how i haven't a clue of what i want to do once i am let go, considering everything from teaching dance full-time, to joing the fire department, to continuing in human resources, to God knowswhat.

i could write about the youth group at my church and how amazing things are happening in our youth.

i could write about the many ups and downs of being a creative with a strong spiritual connection to God and trying to marry the two, while maintaining my sanity.

i could write about hurricane katrina and the ongoing saga there.

i could write about the indictment of lewis libby. and the fact that rove wasn't indicted (although i'm sure with all the media coverage, if you asked the average person on the street if rove was indicted, they'd probably ignorantly reply with a resounding, yes.)

i could write about supreme court justice nominee, judge alito.

i could write about the absurdity of the senate closing it's doors to the public.

i could write about how plame's own husband used and abused her cia connections and "outed" her more than any reporter or government official could be accused of doing.

i could even write about all the songs and poems and essays that i have been writing, off-line, and what they mean to me and why i wrote them.

but, will i write of these things? who knows? maybe i will...maybe i won't.