Entry the First
Alright, here I am, overwhelmed. So much aswirl in my mind, I'm not sure where to start. I suppose a little about me is in order. I'll be 31 in a few days, and a father in a few months. I work as a technician in a filthy and depressing plastic extrusion factory, but it pays some of the bills and provides pretty decent health insurance. I'm a dreamer and a nutjob and I'm well-aware of the fact that I come across as a bit of a flake at times, but I really wouldn't have it any other way. I run around outside my body some nights and I have two cats named Banshee and Noel. I write scripts for television shows that will never air and I can feel what you're feeling. I draw pictures and make sculptures and paint and annoy people by taking their picture wherever I go. Never mind the grumbling and pissing and moaning - I believe in Humanity and our eventual ascension to something better. I am a friend to beasts and I have a killer chili recipe. I have a problem asserting myself, but I'm getting much better. I liked 1985 a lot better than 2005, but the year is young and that could change. Science both excites and disheartens me. Magick taught me lessons and tempts me something fierce. I love Autumn best of all the seasons and sometimes the Darkness beckons with sweet music and the promise of peace. I escape the modern world by reading and I do not spend enough time with my friends. I do not trust the government. I wish I made enough money to cover the mortgage and the electric bill in the same month. I'm exhausted all the time and I wish I knew more Spanish and Japanese.
But enough about me.
But enough about me.