Raining in LaLa Land

It has been sadly miserable the past few days in Los Angeles. Crazy rain fall reminding me of summers past when I watched my vegetable garden drown. I think there is a big misconception of the weather always being perfect here, cause it is not. For the record.

I don't always have profound things to say.

So I don't jibber jabber so much lately, just listening for the space to fill out with color- a lovely touch of laughter always adds such flavor to any conversation. There have been some recent exceptions, if you were on a date with me and asked all the right questions, you might get me to spill the beans on a general outline of the progression I have made as a human up until this point. If you were said date you might also get to hear how I feel I've never had a serious romantic relationship. Perchance you, being said date, might question the whys and wherefores of that reality. You might, even on a purely subconscious level, hesitate to explore future endeavors with such a person, even if you got on famously and talked in to the wee hours of dawn like little preteens.
I'm just saying.