We're just beginning to scratch the surface
I hope we get to the creme filling. Just a guess but I'm sure wasted potential's on the same level of terrible as sand in your $7 roast beef deli sandwich or those little screaming hellmonsters that get into your meninges.
Does anyone read this? (Do I want anyone to read this?) I guess it's as good a place as any to chronicle life from now on. Maybe the blogspot though, I think it's better with pictures. I have mixed feelings with web logs, they're pretentious by nature and that's generally not my nature. And I ramble like fuck. Does LJ let you curse? I forget. That could be definitive for determining a host, I'm a foul-mouthed cretin you know. Heathen, even. Well heathens attend weekly gatherings in the woods and probably have defined deities so that's a lot more work than I do.
Rambling, man.