Sometimes, I think my future is this.
Every now and then, I take a long hard look at my life and wonder "What am I destined for?" Each time I get a different answer. this time however i got this. A dead tree. Bent, gnarled and hideous standing in the middle of a wasteland that stretches as far as the eye can see. I feel dead and hollow. Like nothing i do hs any real meaning to anybody...even me. Like an eyesore that should be dealt with in the next purging fire. Ah dont listen to me babble. I shouldn't have written this mopey entry but, what's done is done. Sorry for the entry everyone. Ah but here's a redeeming little tidbit. Tomorrow morning, around 11, I'll be going to the flea market in the Fair/Expo Center. If'n you wanna go, call me! Also I might be havin' a New Years shindig at my place. Depends on if anyone's interested. Yes, "anyone" includes you!
So comment!!!
-Mike Sapienza