This Gamepiece is Not a Winner. Please Try Again
And again, and again. Until I realize that I am, in fact, not a writer.
So, hello there, sportsfans. I'm now cutting back on sleep to produce a completely meaningless post on a half-baked excuse for a livejournal, but there you are. I'll do anything for a pretty face.
One of the most difficult conversations in life is that which pits your old and your new loyalties against each other. The clash of the stale and abandoned and the new and untried rarely leaves me not feeling like I've done something wrong somewhere. And I always go halfway. I try to please both sides, telling myself that loyalty to both friends is in that way conserved, but I never get it quite right and come out feeling like a prick in the end.
This, in all seriousness, is the only thing worthy of note that developed from my sudden resolve to... whatever. I don't have much to show for my resolution except for blurry vision and a certain level of incoherence that I only reach when I'm out of my element.
A better, well-considered post at a later date.
So, hello there, sportsfans. I'm now cutting back on sleep to produce a completely meaningless post on a half-baked excuse for a livejournal, but there you are. I'll do anything for a pretty face.
One of the most difficult conversations in life is that which pits your old and your new loyalties against each other. The clash of the stale and abandoned and the new and untried rarely leaves me not feeling like I've done something wrong somewhere. And I always go halfway. I try to please both sides, telling myself that loyalty to both friends is in that way conserved, but I never get it quite right and come out feeling like a prick in the end.
This, in all seriousness, is the only thing worthy of note that developed from my sudden resolve to... whatever. I don't have much to show for my resolution except for blurry vision and a certain level of incoherence that I only reach when I'm out of my element.
A better, well-considered post at a later date.