perspective....that's what life is all about isn't it?

it's a disturbing thought as a public blogger to realize the innate similarities to carrie bradshaw as an open book of tyrannical vanity for the public to read. however, rather than a s.a.t.c. correlation, i prefer to be coined "wordsmith"....hahaa...a wordy generic surname (thanks ami). and today's realm of wordy self inflection is brought upon by this picture....







it's always interesting when things pan out, work out, to look back and see the sequence of events from a bigger perspective.  of all the people i'm close to and of all the people's pictures i've posted on this blog, i've probably known alexia the longest.  i was in 9th grade and already finding excuses to play hookey from SAT prep to hang out with the racoon eyed, ripped ab revealing beater, baggy jeaned bad ass.  alice, as she was known back then, was the coolest girl i knew...while she made smoking marlboro red's look sensually euphoric i was coughing trying to learn to inhale.  while she swished the butterfly knife around, i was hopelessly scrounging around looking for the zippo i had secretly bought to show off to her.  while my parted bangs, jnco, manhattan portage and pager ensemble may have stereotypically matched her look, my puberty years were at a jaw dropping standstill for this one.  and just like that, for the same reason that bad asses get sent away to study, she was sent right back.  14 years later, with 1 appearance in btwn, i'm back as a fixture, drinking beers together, eating kalbi together and watching porn together.  her mom remembers me, her mom remembers my mom.  her sister remembers my sister.  her brother remembers my dad.  it's funny how things turn out.