Sunday, October 26, 2008

Who was the greatest opera singer ever?

Enrico Caruso and Maria Callas.
At least according to my late father. I cannot argue with him. Why is this important? I am not sure. I am getting very sentimental and starting to idolize my dead father even more now that the memories are fading. I am afraid of being dust already. Without a (my) family I wonder if any of this matters at all, what I do, how I live, where I go, what I buy... Does it?

I am a hermit. I like being home and like spending time with the many, many things with which I can never catch up, such as reading, listening to and playing music, studying, working out and cooking. An old bat. Turning batty...heehee

I strive to make a difference because I want to be noticed (?) I strive to make a difference because I want to have a purpose (?) I strive to make a difference because I am not doing anything else... What the heck?

Ok, you all are witnesses to my soul searching right now, and I know, that no one will, no one should or can answer. I will find the answer because that is also what I do. I find solutions. I am practical and impulsive at the same time. Contained bipolar. From flower to prowler in a heartbeat. I mean, like a puma, OK? Not Chrysler. When I write I get sad and sometimes scared. So I'll finish now to go enjoy the world's greatest chicken soup, to which, incidentally, I have unlimited access!!! Woohooooooo! I do too have a purpose! Death to the chickens!!!

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