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Ok, so I've been completely cut off from the world wide web, for about year. Those random posts, was just me abusing the power I have over some of my friends and their computers :)
But, this is only possible by another dear friend, who gave me... da da da dah!.. a wireless card. Much love John. On another note, what the heck is myspace? Does everyone have it? Has livejournal become lifeless?
Well I for one am glad to be back, writing on paper can only work for so long, I've filled may books with nothing but useful and useless information. And now I can once again put it out to you guys, aren't you glad to her me whine again? :P
A lot has happened since 2004 began and ended, I moved out of my dad's in April 2004. My mom moved to Monterey where she inherited my Grandmother's when she died on April 17. My Grandfather's Birthday.
I've been living on my own some what successfully, it's a bitch at times, but as is life. I found new loves and hates in this "new" world I put myself in. I noticed I have this escape plan. It happens every 2 years. I drop everything, my life, my friends, my jobs whatever statured they are. I remember and forget it all. But the most important. I don't look back at them. period.
This time, I'm not wanting that to happen. I wanta tough this one out, and I have to say this time around seems more difficult. There are so many situations that have occured, that make me want to strangle any person they have come in contact with. Sure there has been alot of love and hate, in many different ways and positions. Things that still unfortunately egg on. I always seem to latch to that one WRONG individual. That fucks with my world to the max, yet I continue to substitute there flaws or imperfections or simple differences, for acts of ignorance. Something that has gone completely forgiven in my book, with 1 major exception.
My old house went up for sale the first week of February. And today my Mom and I, are packing boxes, while my dad sits, sleeps, eats and yells. The selling of the house was only finalized about a week ago, but everything has to be out by midnight on the 16th. It's difficult for my mom, she never wanted to leave the birthplace of my baby steps behind. For me it's heartlessly easy. I have no problem forgetting the corners I would hide in while my parents were yelling. The bedrooms where things a child should never witness (let alone experience) the cruelties heard of in the outside world. I suppose you could tell me to look on the bright side, that my dad is moving to SF hopefully not to be heard from unless he's clean. Though until the locks are changed, the beds replaced by new lovers, and the entire image of a place once called "home" probably won't reseed. It seems my feelings on the subject shall remain.
p.s. i lost of my aims :( (my new one is : hersheereyes)
But, this is only possible by another dear friend, who gave me... da da da dah!.. a wireless card. Much love John. On another note, what the heck is myspace? Does everyone have it? Has livejournal become lifeless?
Well I for one am glad to be back, writing on paper can only work for so long, I've filled may books with nothing but useful and useless information. And now I can once again put it out to you guys, aren't you glad to her me whine again? :P
A lot has happened since 2004 began and ended, I moved out of my dad's in April 2004. My mom moved to Monterey where she inherited my Grandmother's when she died on April 17. My Grandfather's Birthday.
I've been living on my own some what successfully, it's a bitch at times, but as is life. I found new loves and hates in this "new" world I put myself in. I noticed I have this escape plan. It happens every 2 years. I drop everything, my life, my friends, my jobs whatever statured they are. I remember and forget it all. But the most important. I don't look back at them. period.
This time, I'm not wanting that to happen. I wanta tough this one out, and I have to say this time around seems more difficult. There are so many situations that have occured, that make me want to strangle any person they have come in contact with. Sure there has been alot of love and hate, in many different ways and positions. Things that still unfortunately egg on. I always seem to latch to that one WRONG individual. That fucks with my world to the max, yet I continue to substitute there flaws or imperfections or simple differences, for acts of ignorance. Something that has gone completely forgiven in my book, with 1 major exception.
My old house went up for sale the first week of February. And today my Mom and I, are packing boxes, while my dad sits, sleeps, eats and yells. The selling of the house was only finalized about a week ago, but everything has to be out by midnight on the 16th. It's difficult for my mom, she never wanted to leave the birthplace of my baby steps behind. For me it's heartlessly easy. I have no problem forgetting the corners I would hide in while my parents were yelling. The bedrooms where things a child should never witness (let alone experience) the cruelties heard of in the outside world. I suppose you could tell me to look on the bright side, that my dad is moving to SF hopefully not to be heard from unless he's clean. Though until the locks are changed, the beds replaced by new lovers, and the entire image of a place once called "home" probably won't reseed. It seems my feelings on the subject shall remain.
p.s. i lost of my aims :( (my new one is : hersheereyes)