Hey there everyone.

It’s me hear, panick strikes, adrift, lost really, both psychologically, but also priritually, jest about everything in everyday. I feel like a little kid without his dad sho I really need right now. Damn it.

I feel like such a fail. I haven’t felt like this in forever Not sinceI was a very young man, very lost and lonely. Goddamn it.

I can’t imagine how posting this to my blog is going to change anything. It might be a point of catharsis. If I’m lucky. We will see.

I have to find new work. Something to base by life upon. It jsut feels so terrible to admit this to god and everybody else. Oh Shit.

Will the truth set me free? Who knows?

Get Dd214

It turns out the Bourne Identity is actually a romance.

I hadn’t noticed all these years. Hmm.

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I always forget about Chicago—not the operating system, and not the movie musical, but the city itself. I just forget that it’s there. It’s a wonderful city I’m sure, and they are doing MLS proud, but I just don’t have many threads running to or from it.

The reason God is such a great audience is because God gets everybody’s references, sort of by definition, right?

I don’t particularly care for players who think they are refs, nor refs who allow themselves to be conned by those players. ⚽️

You know why it feels so hard to move mountains?

Because you are the mountain.

Here is an idea for a new word:

Pseudofaux —

(adjective): genuinely real but deliberately styled to read as artificial.

(noun): a work or object whose apparent fakeness conceals its authenticity

”So when they say ‘..aggregating the local fecalities…‘ I should hear—“ ”Picking up dog crap, yep that’s right."