Well, I should probably put something more in here than just gloomy poems, right?
What, exactly, I'm not sure.
I'm kind of new to this whole journalling thing. So, I picked this place. Seemed like a place I might find some people with common interests...
Not gonna list all of them off, because if I do, this will start to sound like some sort of personal ad. Hell, if you want to know, ask me. I'll tell. Within reason. Some shit belongs to me and me alone, you know?
Don't go expecting regular entries twice a day cataloguing everything I ate for every meal, or every time I took a leak. For one thing, I don't have a computer of my own.
I'm often indulged by a friend, who lets me use his. That's what I'm typing this up on right now. He's across the room, watching Quantum Leap on DVD, while I poke around here. Kind of decompressing after the big storm.
Yeah. Hurricane Charley. We were more or less next door to ground zero. Something like it, anyway. Damn storm screwed up my whole schedule. Got a big trip to Oregon coming up, and had planned on using the past week to pick up the things I needed for it.
Thanks, Mother Nature.
Shouldn't complain too much. After all, I was only inconvenienced...a lot of other people got it much worse than that.
I think shitting myself for two hours, and having no power for two days...that, I can live with. Some people lost everything. Fortunately, there's some semblance of "normalcy" starting to return to my life.
While I'm thinkin' about it...what the FUCK is Pocky? One of the banner ads at the top of the page is telling me there's a 10% discount with code for "pocky lovers".
Fine. Good. But I don't know what the shit IS, ok?
Well, I'm tired, gotta go. Busy-busy till I land in Portland on Friday night. Then it's time for MANY beers.
Helluva week.
Prayers to the folks in Port Charlotte.
Might get a journal entry or two from Oregon. {this is what happens when your a crap typist and you allow a more adept person to take dictation. this does not read like me and i'm to lazy to change it}
What, exactly, I'm not sure.
I'm kind of new to this whole journalling thing. So, I picked this place. Seemed like a place I might find some people with common interests...
Not gonna list all of them off, because if I do, this will start to sound like some sort of personal ad. Hell, if you want to know, ask me. I'll tell. Within reason. Some shit belongs to me and me alone, you know?
Don't go expecting regular entries twice a day cataloguing everything I ate for every meal, or every time I took a leak. For one thing, I don't have a computer of my own.
I'm often indulged by a friend, who lets me use his. That's what I'm typing this up on right now. He's across the room, watching Quantum Leap on DVD, while I poke around here. Kind of decompressing after the big storm.
Yeah. Hurricane Charley. We were more or less next door to ground zero. Something like it, anyway. Damn storm screwed up my whole schedule. Got a big trip to Oregon coming up, and had planned on using the past week to pick up the things I needed for it.
Thanks, Mother Nature.
Shouldn't complain too much. After all, I was only inconvenienced...a lot of other people got it much worse than that.
I think shitting myself for two hours, and having no power for two days...that, I can live with. Some people lost everything. Fortunately, there's some semblance of "normalcy" starting to return to my life.
While I'm thinkin' about it...what the FUCK is Pocky? One of the banner ads at the top of the page is telling me there's a 10% discount with code for "pocky lovers".
Fine. Good. But I don't know what the shit IS, ok?
Well, I'm tired, gotta go. Busy-busy till I land in Portland on Friday night. Then it's time for MANY beers.
Helluva week.
Prayers to the folks in Port Charlotte.
Might get a journal entry or two from Oregon. {this is what happens when your a crap typist and you allow a more adept person to take dictation. this does not read like me and i'm to lazy to change it}