| | I made it 1000 days on this thing... although I missed the first nine days of realizing that fact. I guess now I don't feel bad about my growing disinterest. I turned this into a more day by day mundane journal because I tend to have quite a few rambling, potentially embarrassing thoughts (I should become less self conscious...) that I don't like sharing. Okay, turning it over to the mundane took a while- and maybe it never actually made it to that. (I can recall quite a few emotionally bare and stupid messes- at least, at one point the were.)
Anyway. To quote Jubal Early, "Well, here I am." And I've been here, and there, and on LJ documenting, babbling, whatever-ing. (Gerunding.) I'm back to rambling and throwing out weird varous and sundry ideas and items from my mind- but not here. And that's how I live my internet life- slightly out loud, possibly how I shouldn't. (We are not looking squeaky clean- but who wants that?) The internet is one big record of footprints- the good ones and the ones you wish the surf would wash away. But I shouldn't worry about that- I don't think. Just own it. Own this glorious mess.
Owning it. Feels fairly comfortable. Every single word is a stitch, is a yard of fabric, is me. Sometimes true, sometimes false, quite often confused, wandering, simply experiencing.
I don't know what I'm going to do around here yet. I will write more, but not as much. (Not bad for an internet handle that came about because of a whim and a character I've half forgotten.) Owing it. Mine. Me. The good, bad, the horrendously misspelled, all the awkward messiness, and everything. |
| | Posted 10/18/2006 7:00 PM - 20 Views - 2 eProps - 3 comments
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