Dustin Patrick Harris

Ever since I had Mono a while back, my resistance is low. If there is an illness or bug of any sort lurking about, I catch it. In fact, I can sometimes hear the evil Germ Borg chiming in unison, "Resistance is futile."
Damn the Germ Borg and its power...

They have kidnapped me and left me in the Insomnia Institute of "Eff You". I will get them back, just you wait (Henry Higgins, obviously "My Fair Lady" is on the brain...)

But,
I am thankful for...
soft pillows and comfy blankets,
Chick-Fil-A which I was craving today for some reason,
Neil Patrick Harris... yummy,
discovering new shows like "How I Met Your Mother",
tonight's "So You Think You Can Dance" (dance is divine art),
the fact that entertainment exists: films, stories, shows, songs, dances, art...

But back to Neil Patrick Harris... (How I love his comedic timing as Barney in "HIMYM" and how I adore his bone structure. Yes, tacky pun on purpose.)

Winks,
Dustin Patrick Harris :-)

Comments

The Unbroken Thread

Happy Christmas. It is upon us in this hour, this time, this day... after all the fuss, the frenetic pace, it smiles as it does each year finding us in some of the same places and in some different phases. I always flip through the rolodex of my life on this day, remembering the last 30 Christmases (well I guess I don't remember the first few that well) like they are all connected in one amazing thread charting my successes, my growth, my defeats, my darkness, and my light. Technically Christmas has not really begun. I have not done the ritual of heading to my Mom's and opening gifts and waltzing to see our Christmas film, but I have already been touched by Christmas. I write a lot, in this land of musings I have shared 257 writings with you, my friend, my reader spirits. Much has happened in these past two years, but let me simply write that I was not sure that I would ever enjoy Christmas again, ever really feel connected to it, no matter what I tried to do, I felt adrift ...

Loving the Squiggly

I was typing the other day and instead of hitting the ! key I hit the ~ key. Two odd altercations happened between two friends and me via facebook so I have deactivated my account for a bit. It was hurtful and unexpected. So when I hit the ~ key it made me smile and forget all that nonsense. ~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dustin

Holding the Key

Only I am solid ground. Those whom I love - the new, the familiar - can be my circle, my connections... but the connection to self is the key I have been missing. Peace fills me as I hold the key and begin to unlock the doors of my life. Only I am solid ground and I embrace the beauty of me. Dustin

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