bitches, i am back. i'm not sure of who's going to read this, on whose friend's page this is going to appear, or what.
i did a gmail search for a certain name and found this journal again-- i know i've had three or four total, but i forgot about this one.
reset password. enter new password
and now i'm back. after reading through that last few entries, i really realized how many friends i truly had, which was around 3 or 4. one of which was charlie. and i'm still thankful for that.
i feel like i've slowed down over the years. a lot. i stopped learning, started hating, started smoking, started going on and on, got a job, a serious girlfriend, and my mind just slowed down to a stop. now i just work in an office.
i do have a wonderful addition to my life, though:
so chris, what are you doing now?
i am:
• working
• dating
• taking photos
• raising two beautiful plants: quijobo and a bamboo plant that has yet to be named.
how do you feel?
icky. i feel like i'm being lied to again.
i have no insight to give anymore like i used to, so, from this moment on, i am OFFICIALLY in pursuit of knowledge of any kind-- starting with astral dynamics.
ALL breakthroughs will be reported here.
my new quote: "i HATE punkasses."
if you read this, leave a comment stating so.
ps tonight, as i am shaving my face, i will pursue latin. i need something to challenge me and separate me from the daily grind