It's been a while
It's amazing how long it can be before I post on LJ, but again it's my private journal and my sanctuary. Yes, there is facebook, but I need my anonymity to post my true feelings. Sad but true, I miss the old school days of the internet where you only had a handle... Now people are posting their face everywhere, sharing every darkest secret, marking them for life. I guess that's why I keep coming back here, mainly to talk to myself and anyone else who stumbles in and listens.
Fighting off the cold my son has given me, I'm a wee bit loopy this morning with all the drugs in ingested. Thank god I don't have to be productive on a Sunday morning/afternoon. I wonder if I'll get that job offer? I already have the short timers disease, but who knows if I'm going anywhere. How in the hell am I going to live with seeing my wife/son only three times a week? It's moving up, always a cost, at least i'm not going to Iraq...
I thought I seen her yesterday, at least for a moment. The waitress has always been close, but yet I know it's not true. I'm not even sure if I know what it is anymore, just fond memories I guess? I'm doing good though, I guess it's just an escape when I want to mentally get away. Maybe it's just that huge scar she left that never really heals? I guess the only healing is posting here when emotions get too full to bare.
Well, it's been too long and I feel good about posting back on LJ, forgive me for the lapse. It's hard to get privacy anymore...
Fighting off the cold my son has given me, I'm a wee bit loopy this morning with all the drugs in ingested. Thank god I don't have to be productive on a Sunday morning/afternoon. I wonder if I'll get that job offer? I already have the short timers disease, but who knows if I'm going anywhere. How in the hell am I going to live with seeing my wife/son only three times a week? It's moving up, always a cost, at least i'm not going to Iraq...
I thought I seen her yesterday, at least for a moment. The waitress has always been close, but yet I know it's not true. I'm not even sure if I know what it is anymore, just fond memories I guess? I'm doing good though, I guess it's just an escape when I want to mentally get away. Maybe it's just that huge scar she left that never really heals? I guess the only healing is posting here when emotions get too full to bare.
Well, it's been too long and I feel good about posting back on LJ, forgive me for the lapse. It's hard to get privacy anymore...