Helmets are for wusses

I was going to go on about the evils of medications and why not to take any strange pills before career changing meetings. However I just got a note from a friend who has just read ma blog for the first time. He mailed me and said, nicely mind, that I should think about changing the photo in my profile. Something about the helmet. He said it doesn't denote the 'real' me.

Dear reader. If you don't know me, please believe me that I don't always wear a crash helmet. I mean sometimes I do, riding on rafts for example. Or talking to some of my ex's. You know how it is. If it's dangerous, where a helmet! (hum. Did I get too much sleep yesterday
?!) This got me worried. So below you should find a picture of the 'real' me.

"Gettin' down with my bad self"



Oh! Hit level 50 yesterday night when I couldn't sleep anymore. Must have been about 2am I think.. It’s all vauge.

Spoke to Baby Brother. What a freakin' laugh! Needed the boost. It’s been a couple of months. Which reminds me, I must call the other one for my wedding photos.

Be back later. It's actually been a tad busy. Of course taking a unexpected half day will do that to ya.