Bodaggit

I can't say why it's so hard for me to keep current posts going on this thing. It's not that the thoughts aren't there. It's not that I can't write. It's not that I can't write a lot (in a letter to my girlfriend, where I really had nothing in particular to say, I wound up writing roughly three pages.) I think part of it is that I forget about this thing. I know, I know. The two of you out there who read this feel all slighted now. It's nothing personal, trust me. I'd like to say that with all the other stuff going on in my life, I just don't have time to think about it, but judging from the 9 sec quarter mile, 268 mph Skyline I have (in Gran Turismo 4, of course), I'm guessing that's not the case. Even now, I'm sitting here, typing on this page, and I'm thinking to myself, boy, I can't wait to go to bed; what am I gonna write about? What the hell do people want to read? And the answer comes to me, but I'm sure that I'd require some kind of special permission or disclaimer or something if I was going to write like that. After all, wouldn't want some 10-yr-old doing a report on "Swamps and Bogs" to mistype something and accidentally read about a "throbbing shaft" and a "love mound."

So, what's new with you? How's the fam? Good, good. Did that rash clear up yet? Well, you know, if you'd use the ointment as directed you might see better results. I know I'm not a doctor. Well, neither are you. Look, I'm just trying to help. I'm not the one with my loins ablaze, okay? You know what? Do what you want to do; keep taking it orally and see what good it does you.

Returning to what passes for reality for me, I would just like to say that For keyboard shortcuts, press Ctrl with: B = Bold, I = Italic, S = Publish, D = Draft. lol... woooooow, I'm really reaching for material tonight, aren't I? You know what I think the problem is? I think it's these letters that I'm writing to my g/f. I mean, if I weren't putting pen to paper there and passing 'em on to her, I might have more time to put finger to key and post my thoughts here. Maybe I could just post my letters? mmmm, that doesn't sound a particularly good idea. That just seems like it has a lot of potential to blow up in my face down the road. I see the discussion starting as "You did what?" 'Course, she doesn't really know about this, 'cept for a passing mention by a friend of mine. (Oh, you know who you are, and you're gonna stay "Dancing Queen" for a while; I'll look for "It's raining men" when I have the time. lol, the funny thing about this, is that to everyone but you, it looks like I'm typing gibberish again. But for once, I'm not. Kinda makes you wonder about that whole oral/rash argument, doesn't it? I mean, maybe I was talking to someone then too. I'm complicated. Or fucked-up in the head. I forget which.)

I am going to get going now though (finally). It's been a long day (not really) and I'm tired (just lazy). You've been great readers (illiterate sons of bitches) and I can't wait to post to you again (like anyone reads this tripe). Have a great night! (Kiss my ass!)