1:50pm

It has been some time, but never as much as it seems. Only 11 days since my last post.
I've created a page to track my progress through the "AFI's 100 Years...100 Movies"
The offical website provides a method of tracking, but it is garbage and littered with tool tips.

I finished Mrs. Dalloway and Nightwood since my last post.

Reading :: Middlemarch (really enjoying it!)

Listening :: Nirvana, Insecticide

1:41pm

Miss being poor. Tired of performing
My hair is a mess, but not going to the salon is part of my poor identity.

Reading :: Mrs. Dalloway

Listening :: Beatles, White Album

1:41pm

Self-flagellation listening to Alice In Chains and look at photos of Velvert Revolver.

Sometimes I think about how Tre Cool has had obvious work done on his face...strange. Reading :: The Last Unicorn [[The Brothers was getting annoying a depressing]]

Listening :: Alice In Chains - Dirt

3:23pm

An old friend remebered my old tumblr account" Bless his fanstastic memory.

Last post was nearly a decade ago. 22 years old. Reading :: The Brothers

Listening :: Clams Casino - Rainforest

6:38pm

Working on this site all day. Left the house for a second. Don't think I will go back out again.

Looking into implementing some JS. I think it could help with time and dates. Not sure how tho. Just a thought.

Added a Reading :: Nothing today :(

Listening :: Think Tone by Baby Birds Don't Drink Milk

12:29pm

Oops it has been two weeks. Been reading a lot and fucking up at work.

I am tired of working. I don't want money. I want simple living.
Just need to make it one more year here.

I should find a less stressful job.
I think Trailer Park Boys has had an outright influence on current fashion trends
Maybe I really ain't cut out for city life

10:36 pm

my skin and hair is far too flawed to ever think I deserve love

I went to yoga and read two chapters of the Brothers today.
3 am approached sooner than sleep last night. Today I awoke at 11am. A waste of a day. I need the rest.
I cannot balance the drive to create with the requirements to attain money.
I need to return home, care for my family, and hope, if the "best scenario" exsists, to love and have my own family.
Love not find me here or at home. Wherever love may be, I will not find.

Fulfillment, as a person of my lineage, is found in the family.

There is a man at the bar, who also works at the bar, (the layers) who has piqued my interest.
Emboldened that I may leave here in one year's time. Perhaps I may, with my lacerated skin and coarse hair, find love, if only momentarily. If only for one night. Please if only for a few hours.

I need to get home to my mother and take care of her. Can I last another year?

To think, not so long ago, in a moment of distress, which is a moment often: I confided in a dear friend "Moving back to Kent is not an option."
Yet I have been mollified. I will move back to Kent. If it will afford me more time to sit in the grass and read. Solace is found in the unknown. To know that you, the reader, only know what I share here. My mind filtered.
Walls erode with each URL delivery.

I reread this post and smiled. Goodnight.

11:26pm

Read it again and smiled

Reading :: The Brothers Karamazov (read 4 chaps on the tredmill yesterday)

Listening :: Nothing in particular. Picked up Nimrod and Thick as a Brick at the thrift last week.