"Who's that stompin' all over my face?": An entry in contradictions
I don't know what to write. I'm still incredibly hungover, quite honestly. I feel this weird disconnect from my body. My mind and body are not quite one, though they were last night.
I have so much to write about. So many thoughts, floating through my mind. But I'm just not sure that livejournal (since this is public and all) is an appropriate venue. I don't want to go friends only, either --though I know I will lock entries again in the future. Maybe I should just bite the bullet?
I drank 6 cocktails last night and 3 or 4 beers. I also smoked 2 cigarettes, bringing up my cigarette count of the year to 6 or 7. I really should monitor these things better. I'm a bit disappointed in myself, in that regard.
I'm incredibly lonely, truth be told. I don't know how to meet people, and I'm not sure I want to meet people. So for now, I'm content to be and play alone. I'd write more about this aspect, but, public. PUBLIC.
I've been horribly negligent of this place, and I notice you have as well. I miss you, terribly.
I have so much to write about. So many thoughts, floating through my mind. But I'm just not sure that livejournal (since this is public and all) is an appropriate venue. I don't want to go friends only, either --though I know I will lock entries again in the future. Maybe I should just bite the bullet?
I drank 6 cocktails last night and 3 or 4 beers. I also smoked 2 cigarettes, bringing up my cigarette count of the year to 6 or 7. I really should monitor these things better. I'm a bit disappointed in myself, in that regard.
I'm incredibly lonely, truth be told. I don't know how to meet people, and I'm not sure I want to meet people. So for now, I'm content to be and play alone. I'd write more about this aspect, but, public. PUBLIC.
I've been horribly negligent of this place, and I notice you have as well. I miss you, terribly.