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Being able to stand before the fruits of your labour is ever so satisfying.
Becoming a call screener; hate to get caught by those I would avoid. Weather is beautiful, now if only I could get some time outside one of these days, perhaps I'll go to the beach.

I hate that I am more critical of others for doing something than I am of myself. But I guess that's just one way of giving a stubborn self advise. Project on!

Sometimes I like pets more than people.
No really, my cat cheers me up like you wouldn't believe.
Decided to take a week and meditate. Going to spend my weekend relaxing. Refuse to drink, therefore will probably smoke in seclusion. Eager for release.
I need to take better general care of myself. Starting to feel like 50% is par for the course.

So, writing this in remarkable condition considering all that I drank last night. Went to the DV8 meet and hadthe pleasure of making a whole bunch of nifty kiddo's aquiantances. Not gonna name drop but there are some very purdy SGs and i truly enjoyed myself, especially at Lick. (There aren't many places where the women dance almost as poorly as myself ) Didn't get...
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Karma and then some. Seemingly from all angles these days. Grievous offenses. Needlessly defensive. Sometimes the people with whom we are the most comfortable are the ones with which we are the most insensitive. Personal disillusionment. Confoundment. Provoked introspection leading to grim, long-denied conclusions. The dismissal of once-thought to be innocent delusions.
My kingdom for a rewind button.

Being let down by others can both hurt and be dissapointing. Not living up to oneself, however, can be savagely devastating. Shakespeare knew the deal.

Today my father not only said I was right about something but also followed it up with an "and I'm wrong"!!! Oh fallability, thy name is Karl, for once. This could be the dawning of a new day.

Oh that you all had but one face for me to spit in.

Alrighty then, time to get down to it. Been puting off writing this entry so I figure, best thing is to just bite the bullet and put pen to paper or finger to keyboard or whatever. Was in Cuba for 2 weeks, had a great time, been back since Sunday, am now painting parent's house for the next 2 weeks. So, in case that was...
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I know it happens too often but once again I have written a long journal entry only to have my computer crash before I could save it. It's rather discouraging and I don't think I shall be attempting to rewrite it with a tenth of the enthusiasm. To be succinct, I had a few sexual exploits, got a nice tan, caught up on my reading,...
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God damnit!!!! So, I wrote an enormous journal entry last night only to have my comp crash before I could save it. It was about my immediate travel plans aswell as the dilemma that arises from my departure. I don't have so much as the slightest desire to reproduce it for all of you, sorry. As was, writing it out was theapeutic though losing it...
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"I could recite the grass on a hill and memorize the moon. I know the cloudforms of love by heart and have brought tears to the eye of a storm. My memory banks: vaults of autumn forrests and Amazon river banks. And I have screamed them into sunsets that echoe in earthquakes. Shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with...
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