It is sad that the only thing that urges me to write here is the knowledge of this journal's fading tradition in my life. It is a partially discarded relic of a former time of mine ( Read more... )

After so many years of waiting, and running I have a chance to do an about face and stand with my friends. This week was turn after turn, stand after stand. On Saturday March 1st I am strong, healthy, and altogether pleased with my life. I have set times to see my son! I have seen recent pictures of him, and he looks like me at 4 years old. How ( Read more... )

The more I look to hope the farther the hope's objects moves from me. There has never been just one thing, but it is a series of things leading a root substantial enough to call it a cause. My plate is full and I have enough to deal that dessert will not be an option for me ( Read more... )

Jen and I ended at a glorious one year and almost two months. Not bad. I love her and it hurts and all that shit. There are mood swings, doubts, but no tears...maybe...yet? I am not sure ( Read more... )

I have grown more hair since I last sat a wrote here. I have also been clashing with the world a little bit more effectively too. I have reached some sort or zenith in my life. I am not soaring high. My feet are still on the ground, yet I have good vision. I cannot explain it, but I know things are going to be ok. I do not live in fear of the other ( Read more... )

I thought it would be good to try and net all these thoughts flying through my mind lately. I have had been waving the banner of being too busy, and that has fallen on my social life a little hard. I realize this now after being out for the past two days with friends I have not seen in a while. It makes me question how long I should wait here for ( Read more... )

FUCK!!

That is all

HiL out

Awesome

I have another urge to write, but nothing to write about. I am all farts and no turd. Hell yeah I wrote that ( Read more... )

Today is Sunday. The day after this one is another work day. It seems that there is a homogeneous blanket that connects one day to the others. There is only work, pining, and a frustrating static in between. This is being an adult. But fuck adults. I want to continue with this stuff, but I would rather try and have a creatively inspired life that ( Read more... )