breakfast of champions...

...snickers satisfies.

now that we have established that, i can move on. the swiss miss, who has been somewhat MIA lately, commented on my blog. i guess she has been bizzy, which i understand, but she also updated about her fab life in manhattan (which btw, has nothing of dez moinayz, ahem). anyway, it reminded me of berlin. back when we were kids. okay, it was like, er, five years ago, holy crap. we had an interesting life. i mean, we partied, we did artsy things, we sat in parks, we shopped, i showed them all the things i bought in west berlin, we had secret parties when my landlady was away, we made fun of east german teeange girls and loathed the brit trash that had invaded prezlauer berg.

it reminds me that life can take so many turns. even now, as i sit here in the iowhat waiting to hear about a marketing job, i could also become a famous german poet within the next year, move to berlin, wear all black, and sit in cafe's, smoke Gauloises all day, and write. we think we are so limitted in life. and i admit, despite the hopeful-sounding posts i have written the past few days, i feel limitted, too. i am stuck in the middle of nowhere, quite literally.

but i guess this is what hope is--the ability to imagine that something seemingly impossible can happen. and it has. i know it has in my life, starting with making it through the first six weeks of my life. i am sure we all have at least one experience that truly seemed like a miracle. logically, it made no sense. the odds were against us or in our favor, for that matter. but what happened, did. and here we are, but how quickly we unlearn how to hope.