Fusion

In a little over 24 hours, I will be all primped and primed to watch one two of my best friends walk down the aisle. Bizarre.

Kristen and Coleman will be tying the knot tomorrow around 2:30. Immediately following - the earth will shake with the massive amounts of liquids being ingested by solids. The booties will be breakin as the bartender keeps shakin those silver slices of heaven. I and approximately seven of my friends have rented out a resort bungalow for the evening -- so that approximately 26 hours from now the revelry will kick into 5th gear. DJ Penis will be cuttin out the tunes - and a large jam session has also been squeezed into the agenda.

Already there are cosmic shifts in the universe. Around 3 p.m. today a massive solar flare is expected to cause electrical mayhem here on this third rock we call home. Perhaps it will continue to thaw out what remains of an icy cold year long silence I chipped away at Wednesday night with a swing dance maneuver and a few choice words. Grudges become less gripping when a mutual happiness is there to be shared.

While there may not be party hats -- and while I have, as yet, not procured a cheeseball to smuggle onto the catering table - the festivities will definitely rival any I've seen in quite some time. Things are gonna change quite a bit. Life is definitely going to be oozing out of its mouldings. Perhaps it will be the cause that will effect a reengagement with positive practices I have left dormant. Already I feel the need for some change in the scenery around here -- but there is so much that can be done that it is a little overwhelming to begin. Soon - though - a revamping will be in order...

I'm gonna have to try and procure a decent digital camera for the event -- as there will surely be many opportunities for pictures that my flashless little dink of a camera will not be able to do justice. Perhaps I shall sneak over to Coleman's house and gank his...and hang onto it while they carouse the carribean...so that I can give this little portion of yezbick.com a facelift.

I'll be taking this laptop with me tomorrow --- and may even have the opportunity to update -- though that remains highly doubtful. It will most likely take on its alter ego of DJ Penis and be used to render pixelated images into stowage until an update worthy of posting can be made in a few days.

For now - I have to go hide the bananas.