and then there's Blake (In stereo where available)

I was having a drink at the café tonight and was the only one sitting outside. Maybe it was too cold for the other people who had nestled themselves inside the heated shop. In truth it has been a while since I've been there by myself at night. They were playing (at a slightly higher volume than usual) the Big Calm album by Morcheeba. Part of The Process started playing when I sat down. As it played I came to realise that I suddenly understood the lyrics. It was enjoyable to sit there watching the rain lightly cover the road whilst listening to music with a warm beverage in my hands to keep me warm.

The final seven episodes of The Sopranos start soon. One day in the distant future I will have to start buying the DVD's for all the seasons.

I'm thinking of forcing myself to like soy milk because I miss eating cereal as a late night snack. Meh. Maybe not.

I was having a drink at the café tonight, sitting at the end of the risen platform outside. I often sit there and stare blankly at the ever busy Beaufort St. As more and more people walked past I started to wonder how many of them had a livejournal? (should that be a question mark or a full stop? hmm)
It's rare to find people who haven't heard of livejournal these days but it's starting to be common place to hear people admit they have one.

Although I have my share of friends only posts, I don't understand why some people need completely friends only journals. Especially those who'll befriend anybody who shows any interest in them anyway. I guess it's part security and part embarrassment. I use friends posts to keep some names away from the general public but some days I really don't care and fail to change my security settings. As for personal security I think my walls have come almost completely down. Hell, I have my phone number available via my userinfo for a filtered group of friends. If I had a P.O. box I'd chuck that up there too.

Damn - I started rambling there and now I can't remember my point.
oh well - maybe I'll remember tomorrow.