Winter...discontent
So here I sit again, as usual a bad live journal poster. Not really keeping up with things, I know. Ivy's mom is on her way out of cancer. It was a horrible place to vist that I would not recommend to anyone. The food is bland, there is very little culture and everyone seems to be slightly off their rocker as they say. Not a pleasent holiday in the least. However it shall be a memory in the relative furture.
I myself seem to be holding the perverbial line at discontent. I simply can not seem to actualize my intent get past a barrier. I have some steps that I am working towards, the most promenent of which is the much anticipated reentery into domestic authority.
Sorry... I don't really feel like writing anymore. I will continue this by the coming weekend.
cheers
-eric-
I myself seem to be holding the perverbial line at discontent. I simply can not seem to actualize my intent get past a barrier. I have some steps that I am working towards, the most promenent of which is the much anticipated reentery into domestic authority.
Sorry... I don't really feel like writing anymore. I will continue this by the coming weekend.
cheers
-eric-