So this website is supposed to be an outlet. To a certain extent anyway. Some people actually put journals online. Deep down nitty gritty this is my life from the inside out and I want you to know everything about it kind of journals. Live Journals I understand. Somewhat. You can put a password on those and only give it out to some people. That’s kind of like your own little private whine-fest for you and whoever you deem worthy. But even those you can make available to the world. And that, Live Journal or not, I don’t quite understand. It brings new meaning to airing your dirty laundry. I mean… Why would you want the whole world to know what’s wrong with you. Then again… I think Live Journals can be anonymous. That I could again understand. Again somewhat. Then you’re just another screen name in this infinite parallel universe. But some people have their own websites and they actually put jourals up on them with their names blazing at the top in neon blinking letters. That I just can’t understand.
Feb
09
Feb
06
Get a hobby.
It has been for thousands of years, a common misconception that after death the hair and nails on the human body continue to grow. As it turns out, as the body decays, the skin begins to recede from nail beds and hair follicles, making it appear that the hair and nails are continuing to grow.
Feb
05
Do you have pen and paper?
What’s worse than not being able to think of anything to write for your website… Being able to think of a million and one things, and not having any where to write them down or any way to put them on the site.
Feb
04
Think, thinking, thought, thinks, thunk, what?
So begins the writing of something every day.
As I’m falling asleep every night, I’m always thinking. It’s not something I do on purpose, just something that sort of happens. And unfortunately it seems that I do my best thinking in the wee hours of the morning when I’m too exhausted to care. And for the most part, that becomes my downfall, since I refuse to get up and write anything down. I wake up in the morning and eventually realise that I had thought of something super keen and insightful, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what specifically it was. It drives me insane, because I always remember thinking it was marvelous when I come up with it.
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Feb
02
What's happening to the year.
I haven’t updated in a while. Might have thought that I would write some insightful post for the new year about what my resolutions are and how great things are going to be. I think I hoped at one point that things would be like that. That I would be in a position to make new year’s resolutions like the rest of the world, about losing weight, eating better, saving money for vacations, meeting Mr. Right… I don’t even know. Whatever it is that stable, normal people have for new years resolutions. But things aren’t that peachy keen.
Feb
01
Consider yourself warned.
I’ve decided that I need to get off my ass and do something… anything. So from here on in I’ve decided to force myself to do different things through out the day for 15-20 minutes at first, possibly more later. Hobby type things, sewing and whatnot, reading, writing, drawing… And updating my webpage.