| First | Previous | Next |
(Edit, May 2010: What you're about to read in this first week isn't what I really want this blog to be about, assuming you can read this still. Assuming widespread internet access still exists. Some...big changes have happened. Heh, damn...understatement. I can't come to grips with it all even now. Life itself has flipflopped into some negative, inverse image of its former self, and I have no clue yet how far the changes will go. I don't know if things will ever be back to the way they are here. But I keep them here, despite the change in focus. I keep them here for contrast. I keep them here for proof.
I keep them here to remember that these days before DID exist.)
Alright, so I finally got around to starting this thing. I've done the webjournal thing off-and-on before, but never really could stick with it. But with all my friends moving off, and with my frustrations building almost hourly now, thought I'd give it a shot again.
No, I'm not going all emo over the frustrations thing. Writing has always been a way for me to relax. Sit down, pound out / vent on a machine, and afterwards say to hell with it and move on.
When you've got a four-year degree and the only work you can find is being a register-jockey, you've got a LOT to vent about sometimes.
Seriously, I think cashiers are to modern days as whores were to Medieval England. Necessary for a peacefully-running society, yet looked down as the lowest of the low socially.
Okay, yeah, maybe that's a bit of a stretch. MAYBE.
Like I said, I'm doing this mostly to keep in touch with everybody. So if you don't know me, how'd you get here? Turn down that music! Get off my lawn! Damn kids.
If you do know me, I'm still alive guys. Hope everyone's doing well, and I'll be in touch.
AND GET OUT AND VOTE. E-day's coming up soon, and the poll trends are looking promising...here's to hope!
God knows we need some. ~I~ need some.
| First | Previous | Next |
No comments:
Post a Comment