Knarley...
Oct. 23rd, 2006 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganskyeDamn, the cable's screwed up. Much hate to the apt complex and their sub-contracted Directv feed. That's ok though, I've been meaning to watch Silent Hill...again...and again...and again! I hate that they killed Cybil (lady cop). She was so awesome!!
B has to work late tonight, and he won't be able to go with me to the Star Trek party next Sunday. Now I'm waffling on if I want to go myself. Perhaps if I can hitch a ride with someone I would. I dunno...
Some time later...
I've been sitting here, trying to think of something to write. Something self-affirming, or something that would make someone think or smile. However, I can't think of a single thing to say that anyone would find the least bit interesting. Most of what I write is dribble, and serves only my own purposes. That's fine by me, since this is the only journal I've ever continually written in. I think sometimes I feel that this is the only way I'll ever make some sort of small mark in the world. For all I know, these entries will be here long after I've died, stored on some server in a basement along with thousands of other peoples memories and feelings. This doesn't bother me. The important people in my life will think of me after I'm gone. I guess I'm just hoping that someone years and years from now will come across my diary and think I was someone they wished they had known. That's good enough for me.
B has to work late tonight, and he won't be able to go with me to the Star Trek party next Sunday. Now I'm waffling on if I want to go myself. Perhaps if I can hitch a ride with someone I would. I dunno...
Some time later...
I've been sitting here, trying to think of something to write. Something self-affirming, or something that would make someone think or smile. However, I can't think of a single thing to say that anyone would find the least bit interesting. Most of what I write is dribble, and serves only my own purposes. That's fine by me, since this is the only journal I've ever continually written in. I think sometimes I feel that this is the only way I'll ever make some sort of small mark in the world. For all I know, these entries will be here long after I've died, stored on some server in a basement along with thousands of other peoples memories and feelings. This doesn't bother me. The important people in my life will think of me after I'm gone. I guess I'm just hoping that someone years and years from now will come across my diary and think I was someone they wished they had known. That's good enough for me.
