Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys

Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy

Time - In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time

- David Bowie -


Why is it the days drag on yet the weeks seem to fly by? How can that be?

How did I get to be this old? Where did the time go?

It's so weird to be in this place where my age is all of a sudden a factor in every decision I make. For example, I want another tattoo but my skin is now so thin. I bump into something and it looks like I've been beaten. Age spots have shown up everywhere. Myself & time have not been so good to my skin. I don't believe anyone will tattoo me now. Makes me sad. 

My hair shows the passing of time. It's silver now. I'm grateful for that. So glad it shines and is not dull and yellowed. I'm asked all the time why I am no longer coloring my hair. I'm done with that. I don't want to look like an old woman trying to look young. And I know you all know what I'm talking about. I own this silver hair. I've earned every strand.

The wrinkles. Not only on my face but what seems like everywhere else. A lot of sun & time have been rough on face and skin. Baby oil was the thing when I was growing up in the 70's. That and Sun-In. Lol.  We'd burn ourselves to a crisp. Some would tan .... others, like myself, would just peel. That just sucked. I was convinced I'd tan someday. Being a girl who doesn't tan growing up in southern California sucked hard. Yeah, I earned my wrinkles too.

My mind is fading with time. I think a lot of people my age worry about dementia and alzheimers. Forgetting things is normal as we age. But how much is normal? Is it because I smoke and have smoked copious amounts of weed the majority of my life? Why can I remember some things and not others. Why is it a name I have remembered all my life is all of a sudden just gone. I can't pull it out and I want to scream. It's there. So close. On the tip of my tongue. Yet it won't come. Frustration doesn't help but it's hard not to get frustrated. I don't want to forget. I really don't. I have too much to remember. I get scared and don't know what to do.

I've abused my body for many many years. Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll. Lived by it. Time has passed and it shows.

Stay safe out there.

Peace.