Three years ago today, well, actually I’m a day off, but to me it’s still the 16th because I’ve yet to go to sleep.. Three years ago today I bought a bunch of kids valentines. For twenty-some-odd of them I wrote each of them to you, one for each year, reconstructing in my head for… Continue reading Three years ago today
Category: life
Writing that directly ties in to my life as a whole.
Part 4 of ? – or why I’m an arrogant self-loathing prick of a gentleman
Sometimes I feel like not even I have any sort of understanding of myself. Given that, I can only imagine the level of understanding people who don’t have the luxury of sharing my thoughts have of me. Here is something that has always given me trouble, as well as currently leaves me totally jaded. I… Continue reading Part 4 of ? – or why I’m an arrogant self-loathing prick of a gentleman
The end of the journey out west
It’s closing in on 3 am here on the west coast. In a few swift hours I’ll begin my trip back home. By that point, it only would have been 10 days since I left. It is amazing what 10 days removed from everything, placed in a completely different setting, just relaxing and trying to… Continue reading The end of the journey out west
On Depression
Ok, I’ve wanted to do this one for a while now, but other things got in the way. Throw in having to move all of our web stuff over to a new host and playing in MySQL for a couple hours and by the time I am able to actually get to something, it has… Continue reading On Depression
These days I’m not much into being sentimental, but I think I’d call this a love letter
I know, I should have done this already. I’m sorry. Again. Since everything has ended this is a hard place for me to go. Lord knows I’ve already been depressed enough the past year, and I spend as much energy as I can spare to just function normally, but it is still wrong of me… Continue reading These days I’m not much into being sentimental, but I think I’d call this a love letter
I’m through here
This is going to be one of those purely introspective, journalistic type of posts, where I essentially just have a dialogue with myself and think out loud. I’ve never been one of those people who wants to bolt from home– from where they’ve grown up– as soon as I was able to. In fact, I’ve… Continue reading I’m through here
Talking too much about talking to myself.
You are going to have to excuse a few paragraphs that will likely come off as narcissistic– I don’t care for it either, but I need the context before I really get into my thoughts. —- self-indulgent context starts here —- I feel like I’ve developed some sort of conversational problem, or a misalignment of… Continue reading Talking too much about talking to myself.