so apparently this is my 100th post since beginning this thing. not sure what to think about that. not much has changed i guess. well, maybe things have changed. within the 100 posts, we got new neighbors upstairs who constantly come down here to tell us to turn down my music, i never listen to the radio or cds in my car anymore, the law firm seems like just a dream, or some group of junior high kids hanging out during lunch thinking we were so cool, i’m a semester closer to graduating (6 down, 5 to go), ryan and i have gone on and off again as friends about 10 times (currently on again), attempted to put some sort of focus on the law school exam, got on a snowboarding kick, although i’m not sure if i’ll actually go once this winter, found a great new friend, and we’ve owned four cars in that time. things the same: internet still shuts off once a day, same tyrannical president, i’m still fat and in need of a haircut, hate my job, love my sleep, feel 28, wish 19, and hate most people.
i doubt my blog does anything for anyone except piss most off. i’m still glad i write in it and wouldn’t take back anything i’ve ever said. it really helps my own life to get my thoughts out of my head. venting is sometimes the only thing i know how to do and i think it works. sure, i still go into my depressive self and have fits of rage that baffle me how i can be so cruel, but i think i’d be a ton worse if i didn’t write here. it’s my own Dr. Jennifer Melfi and i don’t even have to pay her (or risk falling for her).
i suppose i’ll keep writing as much as i can until something comes up and i move on onto some new fad. you all know me. doesn’t take much for me to get bored with stuff. oh well. i’d like to think that i have some huge underground cult following around the nation. i know at first i had a lot of peeps (a lot to me) that read, but i don’t think that is the case any longer. my audience has probably dwindled to roughly 3-4 cats, so i guess in the end i’m writing to myself. i used to keep a journal when i was working at Qwest and for sometime after that. i used to write a ton, kinda like this. not sure what the point is. if i were to look back on this crap later on in life, i’d probably ask “What the hell was I thinking?” it’s more embarrassing than anything. i was telling jessIE that i could publish all these as a book someday in the far, far future, but i’m sure someone will beat me to the idea. we were also talking about how this blog will seal a win for my opposing candidate if i were to ever run for office. when people read this later on, they will probably equate me to massacring millions of helpless bunnies. so i guess politics are out of the question for me. oh well. i think i’m too short anyways. this feels like i’m giving a farewell speech. funny i should say that because Sinatra just came on my computer singing it ‘His Way.’
well, kim is home. gotta go. till another day. . .
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