Death for me over the years has rarely been difficult to process and move on. I've buried quite a few, only mourned a couple. The two I mourn are now memories I guard so earnestly a mother bear could not rival my ferocity. These two people immediately bring on the wet eyes and short tight breaths when I just so much as think on their lives, their influence, and my loss.
This past January I experienced a third loss of someone very important in my life. It's hit me very hard, and I am surprise
I just spent an hour and a half busting my arse and brain to compose my latest entry for this blog. Once I was satisfied with my work I clicked on the Preview Post button and guess what: ERROR ERROR ERROR, PAGE COULD NOT BE RETRIEVED or some bullshit like that.
One and a half hours of my life and 2-300 brilliantly composed words for your enlightenment gone forever.
What a fucking coincidence, my first serious and reasonably lenthy post which I put my heart and soul into and I don't ge
Hello my blogreaders.
A few things pissed me off today. Right now I'm going to talk about one of them.
First things first. Flash back a year or so ago. I came up with an idea for a play. I shared my idea with a couple of friends from my theatre troupe and we all mapped out a script. My friend Leslie wrote up the first draft. It was Gawd-awful and needed a total revamp. That's where I came in. I basically rewrote the entire play and I must say that it was a great piece of work.
I can't help but think of my friend Kerry who, after smooching her latest boy-toy (Spanky)in college, told him, "I'm sorry, Spanky, there's just nothing there."
We went to a pricey, out-of-the-way restaurant for some delicious filet mignon, my favorite. There was lots of chatter about jobs and stories about the things we've done, but no soul-baring, which is good in some respects. Then, it was on to the bar down the road from me where we had a few beers and the owner bought us
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These journals will be updated more frequently, and along with my website (the first link), make up the Vulgar Display Network in full.
However, this weblog will be put to occasional use on appropriate topics.
Now that I have this, I must wonder immediately, what is to be done with this? Am I to use it as another station for reposting of other journal entries I find to be of quality? Am I to use it as another place to let my basest anger be loosed? Or am I merely to figure out the purpose later on?
I have a date tonight.
Just dinner, nothing exciting. A friend of a friend and I've seen him before at parties and at the bar. In a way I'm happy to be back on the scene, but at the same time I'm tired of it (just like everybody else?).
So many things have changed and/or have been redefined for me in the past year. I know myself much better, but now instead of being super easy-going and open, I've found myself to have a list of terms and conditions. Such as: I don't think I eve
It's just past midnight and I'm watching a rerun of "Dallas" on Soapnet. I've never done one of these blogs before, but I'll give it a shot.
I'm going to jump right into my normal issues. One of the biggest things I'm dealing with right now is my fear of the end of the world. Thanks to members of this forum I've been working on it and evaluating the validity of the fear. However, at my job I have coworkers that froth at the mouth whenever we have an earthquake, bad