Everywhere I turn I see subscription incest! Scandalous! I thought I was the center of the Universe. Me me me me. Why would anyone want to talk with other people?

I’m in London again, currently working afternoon shifts at my Security/Concierge job. Monday is my last day working here ever. It feels like circles from my London, Ontario/University student phase of life are closing. Let’s see. I’ll call them, “Friendship Circles”. No that’s no good. Perhaps, “Rings of Acquaintanceship”. Yeah. That sounds more dignified and pompous. Or maybe they’re more thread like. Then I could say, The final threads of London are weaving themselves through my quilt of life. More quaint and cozy with just a sprinkle of whimsy. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of my life. Ahh, I’m in the goofiest mood today.

My week-end had a disturbing vivid tinge. I’m sitting here, marveling at how so many oddities took place in just a short forty-eight hour span. Now life is back to the usual fuzzy regularness and at the moment I’m not feeling nostalgic at all.

However, last night, on my first shift back, I was touched to see an older gentleman express genuine disappointment that I’m leaving. I’ve been experiencing this repeating moment with various residents in the building. (twice more while I was writing this post, actually) I’ve touched more lives here than I thought. Later, picking up a pizza, a particularly gruff friend told me he wished more people were like me while his eyes were shining bright with moisture. Then Merle ruined the moment and weirded him out with one of her trademark Fatal Attraction moments. When she does this I feel like running for the hills…

…as the shining sun glints spectacularly off of my bright red and blue ass as it fades gently into the horizon…

…just like the August calendar monkey Mandrill.