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2:31 PM -- 2004-03-23
What a wicked wicked web

So this is what hell's like.... interesting.

The past few weeks have given me an opportunity to analyze my decisions as of late. The concensus is... I'm a very shitty decision-maker.

Things have culminated into a perfect storm of self-loathing and personal torment. If I can't get any good writing out of this, than I'm not worth my salt. Thank god for the small comforts of snackfoods... its the only thing keeping me from losing all sense of reality and chewing on glass.

I can't help but harken back to quite possibly the worst mistake I've ever made, dealing with sex of course. I'm not going to mud-drag, but my choices in men have never coincided with who I am... or at least, who I think I am. This is a strange and bitter world we live in... and situations happen for strange and bitter reasons.

How life turns into a squallid puddle of irony, I'll never know. But the facts speak for themselves, and I heard the message very louldly and clearly.

One must check himself, before one wrecks himself.

(herself, just didn't roll off the tongue, so I had to change genders for a sentence. This isn't the first time its happened.)

Yea, this is getting cryptic... but now you know how I feel... my fucking brain is one giant heiroglyph I can't read, save but for a few stick drawings.

People seem to be filing into the house now... I'm afraid some kind of pagan ritual is about to begin.

The Ninja, is signing off..

Sa Da Tay!