every year while my grandmother was alive and while i lived in her house, it would never, ever snow on christmas. she was always disappointed in this way. now, every year since she’s died, it’s snowed on christmas. i’m not saying there’s any connection whatsoever. i’m just saying is all. just an observation.
i think they pegged the wrong biblical Mary with the whispered asides implying that perhaps she was a bit of a tramp, after a fashion. yes, i deny the divinity of jesus. sue me. and he was most likely born in August.
i’m putting off plugging in the various components of my home studio. every day i get phat beats in my head, and every day i put off actually recording them.
