Many flavors of terrible
Hey I'm back! Why not? Livejournal organizes my entries so well. I live in Woodstock, with James Heil, my hero, friend, savior, etcetera. That's for another two months and then I don't know. I guess it's the same old loser shit but I'm way better than I used to be. Looking back on those old entries, I can't believe I DIDN'T know why I was insane. How could I not be? But I've settled down somewhat and have realized a thing or two about a thing or two. Mainly I've realized that responsibility of the highest degree is what's going to get me out of this rut. It doesn't go that way for everyone. This is a strictly personal revelation. Now, there's a lot than can be said about the last few years, but I'll just say a little. Up and down, round and round, step up, step up down, turn around. Lost and found. I'm too smart for this shit and now I almost know it. Almost but I've got some incubating to do. Will this story be a happy ending? Now is the time to find out; it's do or die. Do what?