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What can happen in such a short, I mean long span of time is somewhat ambiguous, and difficult to speak about. Hmmm…so I spent New Year’s in Colorado with my birth mother, and E, as well as my brother, sister… Continue Reading →

Wow. So I had my party last night. A small gathering of people I had emailed to come out and play, because it was a big deal to me to celebrate what I hope is the first year without major… Continue Reading →

It has always been very hard to me to condense my life’s experiences across the expanse of a few pages, to limit my goals, mile markers and those points of reference to just a splattering of words across some white… Continue Reading →

Hmmm…it wasn’t too long ago that I was savoring and kissing the idea and reality of summer smack on the lips. These days it feels like Fall, a new crispness in the air, “beautiful” days describing this 60 or 70… Continue Reading →

You know, I have been trying to pinpoint what changes may or may not have occurred from these past medical adventures. And I realize that the main core of my metamorphises involves a general deep self realization about how I… Continue Reading →

Wow. I look back at my summer and I am not only impressed with my  variety in incidents survived. But I am also feeling impressive. This might be due to all of the gushing, but things seem possible these days…. Continue Reading →

I have been having dreams lately about going back to work…I know it’s coming to that time again where I have to consider making cash money in preparation for my hopefully permanent early retirement (as in that life of luxury… Continue Reading →

I haven’t been around lately…but I’ve been reading. I didn’t write a few weeks back because S came to town and I sent her a link to my journal…something she doesn’t understand how to use. But referring to someone as… Continue Reading →

My parents made us move I believe 17 times when we were younger. I remember actually packing my own things in 2nd grade even. They owned 24 houses and I was there for 17 of those moves. I probably packed… Continue Reading →

Heh. You all wonder where I might have been hiding myself lately…the ones who notice anyways. Things are…things are basically shit on a shingle, as my dad used to say. AS IF I didn’t have enough of a party with… Continue Reading →