I think I know what my problem is...why I feel so blah, why nothing has meaning. I have no passion for anything. I'm not really good at anything, anything marketable (for girlfriends or life) I am great at my job but it's done under a cloak of secrecy so even that isn't impressive. I can cook but not great, I can't fix cars...I have no hobbies that make me happy. When I played roller hockey, I loved life because I was doing something I loved but injuries took me out of that and now, skating is lack luster because I'm not pushing the envelop anymore. I enjoyed boxing but again, the passion for that faded...even my book...it consumed me for so long, it was a huge part of me and now I can't even get the energy to finish editing to find a publisher (I got my first regection letter, but no, that's not what killed my motivation...I expect several...it's just that...well, I don't care anymore, it's done...it's not published but I finished it ish. I don't even have a potential for a new relationship, that feeling of anything is possible...that helps for motivation but it's non exsistent too....

but other than that I love my apartment, the town I live in (but miss city life) so ya...


enough about me, lets talk about you..what do you think about me? lol KIDDING gosh


If Carmen San Diego and Waldo had kids, no one would ever find them.