December 2010
November 2010
so i kinda wish i’d bare my soul on blogger and find a friend. but then, i hope no one i already know ever reads my sporadic ramblings, as they’re basically much like the journals i kept from age 14 till just last year: no focus, might be anything, written from boredom, emotional turbulence, lonliness, or as a way to try to understand something when other means failed. thirty four years of journals contained many things: detailed sketches (words or drawings) of people who struck me in some way;…
