Waiting for my ruca..

I'm feeling so good about everything.
It's funny how much I have changed and how I still get the urge to write in this.
I see it as a personal journal anyway since no one even reads these anymore.
Love is scary. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to differentiate it from lust and everything in between?
This all makes me feel so naive.
Blah, blah. I really need to find a new job. One with benefits and promotions. Somethin' serious.
I mean I am not getting anywhere in the pizza business.. let alone the food business.
It all has to wait until after Costa Rica of course but I wish I knew I'd be guaranteed a sweet spot doing something ..sweet.

Well that was productive.
Until next time..

(The times they are a changin')

^ They sure are.. it's funny how fast things change! I let you let us go.

I feel sick.

I want you.

See ya, ego!

(R-U-N?)

Tonight I was about one mouse click away from creating yet another blogging account. Thankfully, I came to my senses and realized one more useless membership would do more damage than good. I'm trying to kick the internet habit but obviously it isn't working. Hey, I just happen to be one of those human beings who need some gratification, okay? Hardy har. I haven't written a real 'blog' entry in years. I don't know how I used to fill these things with mindless blabber. What is even more surprising is people actually used to read them! Crazy, now adays I'm used to the Myspace world where everyone only cares about your hot bod pictures and cute little bulletins. Ew, internet life sicks me out. I am a raging hypocrite. I have a cold.

The End.

He just keeps stringin' me along.

(Remember this)