Dinner Time...

Well I suppose there are some possitives to living on a Navy Base...


Right out my front door is the ocean, a private beach... guarded by the MPs so NOBODY is allowed to come onto our beach or out into the waters near our beach... we have ALOT of wildlife in our neighborhood. Deer, Birds of all shapes and sizes, more deer, Otters and seals commng out our ears...

Today we had a group of Killer Whales come right to the beach... it felt like we could reach out and touch them. They tell me the difference between Killer Whales and Orcas is that Killer whales eat seals and bigger game when Orcas eat salmon and small fish... as you can see these were absolutely KILLER whales...

There was a female, a male and a baby.. only three...

Photographically these are not great... the light is bad, the color is bad, and theyre blurry and could use some zoom... but seriously cool anyway... Just think... there are tourists... Just down the road from me actually, who pay up to 500$ a day for wildlife tours where you MIGHT see a seal or a pourouse... poor saps...

well... update on me? nothing really is new... I work... all the time it seems... I started again at the LQ... the new one out in JB, its a whole different ballgame than WS thats for sure. But its still a LQ and its still retail and its still customer service.

Heart-Breaker

Oh my God,
What if the nice guys really do finish last?

Two out of three aint bad...

'She drank what remained of her coffee, cold now, and lit a cigarette. The rain was once more beating down on the skylight, the sound of solitude, she thought sadly. It reminded her of that other rainy night, a year ago, when she'd ended her relationship with Alvaro and knew that something had broken inside of her for ever, like a faulty mechanism beyond repair. And she knew too that, from then on, the bittersweet solitude that filled her heart would be her one sure companion as she walked what roads were left for her to follow, beneath a heaven in which the gods were slowly dying amidst great gales of laughter. That night she had crouched beneath the shower, steam curling about her like scalding mist, her tears mingling with the water falling in torrents on her drenched hair and her naked body. That clean , warm water had washed Alvaro away a year before his physical and definitive death. And by one of those strange ironies of which Fate is so fond, that was how Alvaro had ended his life, in a bathtub with his eyes wide open and his neck broken, beneath the shower, beneath the rain.'



Do you even beleive in Love? Was there one moment, for you, when you realized you didn't? Or have you always known that there was no hope?