So, how about that crazy weather that we've been having? It's not really my cup of tea. Doesn't matter though. What matters is that I find the thing that I like to do in order to keep my sanity. Fuck. All my muscles still ache when I get up in the morning. I imagine that if I found my purpose in what I'm supposed to do, I wouldn't be as stressed out about it, and henceforth, not as hurty. Google is telling me that "hurty" is not a word. Now that hurts!
There's things that I want to talk about, but I feel as though with a public journal that it may be inappropriate. It's interesting to think that not to many people read this crap. What sucks though, is that the three people that do, are the people that I am trying to keep away. Interesting. I've already written a lot, and I haven't said anything. At least not anything worth reading. Now that is a talent!
