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History Repeats Itself - Quickly!

I am not happy. Really.
I could of course, summon up all the cuss words I've stored up somewhere in the not-so-deep recesses of my brain, but it wouldn't be decent, much less pleasant, to say and/or hear. The last thing I want is to piss of people some more, lest there be another chain reaction of bad trips and the sorry life form at the bottom of the heirarchy suffers. The sorry life form at the bottom of the heirarchy being yours truly. I can hear my boss' voice in my head again - "It's all for the show, it's all for the show."
And yet again, I find myself a loss of who to blame. Without being unfair, of course.
But well, I guess that's the way it is and always will be; but that doesn't mean I'm ever going to like the taste of crap.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


Serendra, on a hot, Saturday afternoon: