josebove12195

Lately I have tried to vary the experience a bit, my experience, because reading The Nation and getting to work late instead of on time are not doing it for me. I was looking at porn last week, which only does it for me at night, and I somehow stumbled upon this wonderful little place.

I have to say I feel a compulsion to appear really cool, which sucks because I have come here (internet world) in part to get away from places where I have felt like I have to be cool, among other things. I am funny, but it sucks to have to only be funny, which is the odd manner of communication in some of the crowds I find myself with.

Journal. This is odd, as I have a journal already (just bought the next volume today, as a matter of fact. Wire bound, with lines, if you'd like to know)... (wiree bound over cloth bound, which is what the last one was; wire bound so that I can add photos when moved to) and I think that I am writing to someone else, perhaps one of the other ogling men, or maybe one of the pretty women to the left, or maybe ... who? Who are you reading this? Certainly not me, not entirely.

Write back soon. Peace,

JoseBove