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Just saw Stepford Wives on DVD. Was expecting it to suck, but it was actually pretty cool. I definitely want one...not to be married to, but as a household appliance. I wonder if they come in leather and vinyl...

As to my last journal entry, contrary to popular opinion, I wasn't depressed or upset when I wrote that. That was a writing excercise. I think...
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I've dedicated so much of my life to just getting by, making ends meet, paying my bills on time like a good little boy. I implode my emotions inside, before they reach the surface, where they can do damage to others. I don't want to be my father, calm and contained one moment, then raging out of control the next, not caring who he hurts,...
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Another holiday has passed, and I escaped with my emotional psyche intact. Never made it to Vegas, but I got the traditional turkey, and had women showering me with attention, and even attended a gaming convention of all things. Strange how plans change suddenly. I'll chalk it down as a victory, because had I stuck to the original plan, the female attentions that would have...
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Different day, same stress and melodrama. I get tired of writing about it, but when I write about anything else, my writer's block kicks in. It must be pschological in nature. Sort of like repressed memories, only it's repressed talent instead. Or an old sports injury. I sprained my frontal lobe in college, and have never been quite the same since.

At least tomorrow evening...
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[Insert Journal entry here]

Blah, blah-blah, blah-blah-blah.....Dude!! Blah!!!

I am considering Thanksgiving in Vegas. It might be the one place in the US that doesn't shut down for the holiday. And if I can't be with family, getting lapdances from gorgeous strippers after gambling away half my savings might be the next best thing. Besides, I've been planing trips to this den of iniquity ever since I moved back to California, and STILL...
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I found myself longing for my teenage days today. Then my only worries were my systematic verbal and emotional abuse from my family, my social shunting and physical abuse from my peers, and sexual abuse to myself. I had no foreseeable future, given my suicidal depressions and inability to cope, and I was damn proud to write about it!!

And I miss it now, because...
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God!! I'm trying to write again, and it hurts. Parts of my brain have rusted away with disuse, I think. I know I have the capability and talent, but the discipline has always been sorely lacking. There's always something to do that will provide more immediate results to my life. Like playing on the Xbox, for instance...

I have no problem pouring out my soul...
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I posted a poem in the Writer's Group today, which I also joined today. It wasn't that great a poem mind you, but it got some attention. Which is good, since I was starting to think unravled was posting on my journal mainly out of pity. I'll definitely have to do that again.

Also finally added some pics. 100MB is way too limiting though, nearly...
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Is a house filled with things you own, or things that own you? After all, your things get to loaf around all day while you're out earning money, and then you have to come back and clean up your things, perform maintenance on them, buy more things that accessorize with the other things you have. If I didn't have so many things, I wouldn't need...
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I'm baaaacckkkk!!! Cable is up and running at the new house, and I've got internet once more...and you thought you were safe...