good charlotte, charlie brown

so there I was listening to Charlotte Gainsbourg and feel wonderfully assimilated by the Bourg, while wandering myspace and visiting one of my favorite writers there (cuz she breathes sunshine and roses) and I was once again reminded of why I love to browse the web, to find thoughts like this...

which leads to the depths of haunting memories of Toronto as we come back around to the music as Charlotte's father is Serge Gainsbourg, who was one of the musical influences loaned to me by those days and people of Toronto (though, ironically and most Telling, after all, I still found more to relate to in the brief encounter with the Dawn and the words and music of The Waterboys and that's how found my smile this time :)

a lazy week passes, almost a full week without the gym or the scales or the extra water flow or the strict dietary guidelines or even babbling much... so much excitement bubbling up with nowhere to go but flow outward into the space around me and the ether beyond... and even if nobody ever knew, it's so beautiful to experience... shine on you crazy diamonds...

cuz dreams last for so long, ya know...

I hope yours do too :)