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| Another.My new blog isn't ready. Mostly because I haven't messed around with it enough. I've been sorting through comics, getting them ready for eBay and playing Warcraft. Yes, a double dose of dork. But, I like it.
I'm going to try to work on the blog tonight, but I need to finish sorting the comics and there are so many of them. It's a task and a half.
I've got a lot of shit I'd really like to vent about right now, but I'm not going to. I've always got something I could vent about, but I don't always feel like ruffling others' feathers just because I feel like running my mouth, although I feel my opinions are valid on every venting topic that's on deck right now. But, as always, I'll let it go and forget about it. It's really not worth making my day worse. I've still got 4 hours of work left that could potentially add a bit of ruin to it anyway.
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| Bullshit.One more post...because my new blog isn't ready and I can't shut the fuck up.
Tonight, my mind is off the bullshit. The bullshit that comes at me from every angle of life on a daily basis. Tonight, I'm going to spend my time focused on other tasks. I'm going to finish sorting through my comics and getting them ready for eBay. I'm going to do laundry. I'm going to play video games. I'm going to hang out with my dog because who knows how much longer I'll get to spend with him? I may go out for a drink after 9. I may not. It depends.
All in all, I just want to have a good evening with my brain totally free from the shit that constantly weighs it down. It's getting old, thinking the way I do. If I could trade minds with someone for a day just to see if it really is just me, I would. But, here in the real world, I'll just deal with each load of bullshit as it comes my way.
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| Greener pastures.I'm moving on. From Xanga, that is. A friend created a new blog for me. I haven't set it up yet, but it will be at www.sixfeetunderthegun.com. Not sure how it will look or whether or not I'll like it. There may not even be comment options, but we'll see. He says it's awesome and I trust his judgement, so it should be good to go.
So, to those of you (two, as far as I know) that read this, thanks for keeping up with my bullshit. Maybe one of these days I'll go back and make all of my private posts public so there's something new to read on here.
Oh, the suspense.
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| You need not feel self-conscious. Your attributes are lucky to be yours.
You are gorgeous. That will never change.
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| Interweb.I have the internet at home. Finally. My neighbor who sapped from my cable when I had it (for months) is letting me sap from her DSL. So, I have the internet. That means I can...well, have the internet. It doesn't stretch to Josh's room, so he's pissed. But, he'll deal with it.
Pumped.
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