March 9, 2011
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a page from my secret diary on my other computer
oh my god what have i done.
this is the familiar refrain when i ask myself the simple question
"Why?"
and i really don't have any kind of answer that anyone would like to hear, least of all me.
(but) i really could use some more beer.
why do i live each day full of regret? why can i not resist being downright mean and hateful to myself? inquiring minds want to know how many licks to make me come.
and how the fuck do i plan on dealing with the current situation i've gotten myself into.
it's not so much of "why" thing at this stage for me as so much of a "how" thing.
but "why" would either make it or break it for me...and i've always been cautious when gambling. except when things glow red. red, red red. red rum, baby, it's the ambrosia of the god's but man does not live by bread and fuck alone.
now to go into domestic mode and try to be unobtrusive.
sooner or later, something must give.
it will probably be my stomach.
Comments (3)
aaron, what HAVE you been up to?
in any event it's good to see you. and i hope you can work out the how. the why can come later.
It's the human condition,man.
don't you just love domestic mode...i'm there so much but looking forward to dropping it for a while.
where the heck have you been, i've been looking everywhere for you. and around xangaland too. i'm glad you write, even if it's hidden away in your secret writing spot, as you are one of the best.