So, this is a long one. This may, in fact, become part of my co-authored book. Which is mostly about life and whatever the hell we want it to be about. Enjoy ( Read more... )

I am left with nothing ( Read more... )

What the fuck? Okay, now that that is out, I can start my entry. Does it ever make anyone else feel better just to ask it like it is, or am I the only one? Anyhow, I haven't talked to my current girlfriend for... oh... going on four days now. This is wonderful (note my sarcasm). One of my strongest qualities and my greatest weaknesses is my ( Read more... )

I'm flattered by some of your kind suggestions that I should be a writer. One person even contacted me to tell me that I should begin a novel. This, however, is not my forte. Though I do write (passionately, at that) I have issues fulfilling writing projects. I get bored, or feel I'm not doing as well as I could be, and I stop writing. I need ( Read more... )

So, today, I decided exactly what I was going to do. I had a letter written to J from about three weeks ago when this all came to the forefront of my heart. I'll insert (part of) it below, for your perusal. Anyhow, I called into her work to try to deliver it there (since she's often not home) and they said she was off; so I went over to her house ( Read more... )

Now, normally, this would be the obligatory first entry where you sit there and explain who you are. What your rationale is. Why you will be writing. All of that nice, happy jazz. I don't feel like getting into that too much. I am who I am, and you shouldn't ever know me. That would, in essense, destroy the purpose of this journal: I am ( Read more... )