an exercise in self-involvement.

there's a voyeur in all of us. Only a select few are insane enough (or bored, or Leos, or both) to be exhibitionists.

These are my words. Mere, unpolished and uncensored everyday words. Perhaps it's just a diary. Perhaps it's more. Within, I reveal, react, remember and rant. From day to day, it may be a humor column, a soapbox, a confessionary, or a balcony for reflective soliloquy. Though it be madness, there is method in't. There is a reason, somewhere between self-discovery and shameless vanity, behind all this. I cannot name it, but I humbly invite you to share in the harvest. To be honest, I don't think I'll be putting out a FAQ in the near future, nor will I defame my friends with a who's who roster any time soon. In short, you'll have to pretend you know me well. But if you have the time to stay a while, you just might. (Lost? Try entering my world through the main gate. Bored? Try out my trusty old feedback form.)

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