Okay, here's the deal: if you are annoyed by other people's self indulgent ramblings...in questions without answers...in inside jokes and commentary...then stop right where you are.

Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred smackers.

This is the place for all those things.

If what you want is stories...then move on to the Alter Ego section.
This is...well, what is this?

Call it what you want...I certainly can't stop you if you want to use terms like online-journal or digital diary. When I started this self-serving endeavor the word "weblog" hadn't even been thought up by Jorn Barger.

In fact, it was right around the time that "blogging" exploded that I got too busy living to document it all.

I have written with pens in paper journals for as long as I can remember, and I have been burning those journals for just as long. Yes, burning. Ritualistically and somewhat pyrotechnically...whenever I need to move into a different phase...a new metamorphosis.

These posts are too easy to erase to have the same kind of power over me...I have obviously erased a great many of them already.
Sometimes too much of myself spills out onto the page and I pay the price.
Someday, I'll learn.


The Screech of Brakes

Calendar Girl

On Again, Off Again

Lighting the Match

Such Poignant Beauty

This is Not a Toy

Speaking of the Unspoken

Kore Kara Zuuto

I'm Just Not the Type

You, Me, and Him

Spin City

Anywhere But There

Good Thing

Time Out

Stand-Off

Twice Shy

Once upon a time...

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