One sweet day, an emotional whirl...

I was feeling so high, up until half-an-hour ago. It was a mixture of swimming at 7am, seeing Josie the old Jamaican lady in the pool, listening to Moz's new album while eating my breakfast (with fresh grape juice), reading Marie Antoinette's Biography in the sauna train and whimpering for her life, looking really good in my black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and drinking a coffee with chocolate powder sprinkled on it.

I felt good, happy - I made plans to log on here and send a huge hug to the world, send my love, wish that all the greatest things in the world will happen to you, that your life be filled with orgasms, smiles, baked goods, sunny kitchens, clean water, sexy partners, lovely pets, shimmering trees... you get the point.

I wanted it all for you.

I think the energy left me then. I had no need to come to a journal - it just poured out of my body and found you wherever you are. It reached across the globe, it seeped into your pores like invisible Ollie plasma. So there. Now I have blessed you. And now I'm tired.

P.S. Should I bring The Grateful Dead to a BBQ, request everyone go naked and have a group hug? If the weather is nice, of course.

Where is Betty?

Does anyone know who's the oldest Livejournal user? I don't supposed there's a community for over, erm, 80?