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I guess i should write something for the few people who still follow me here, and apologize for not writing more. It’s not that i’ve given up on this place yet, it’s just one of those things. I’m still psychotically busy… every day i have 25 things to do, and only get to about 18 of them, and “write an entry” is usually near the bottom of that list.

When i have random thoughts about politics or movies, i usually post them at my new shitty blog. Or at DeviantArt. Or just in emails to John. Does anyone except John really want to know my thoughts on the original Star Trek series? Which i am enjoying very much?

Plus, i’m tired of OpenDiary being so damned buggy and slow. Every time i come here to see what’s up with Helena or Lauren or ListenWithin or MudfishQueen, everything just hiccups and stalls. I tried to write this a week ago and nothing would load. It’s like the entire thing is slowly grinding to a halt. Fuck. And this practice of squirrelling my thoughts away in some private corner of the net seems kind of quaint. I don’t have painful secrets that i can’t share in real life and have to get out to secret internet people. As far as i can tell, 4 people follow me here, while 1,400 follow me at DeviantArt. Anything i do these days is something i want people to see. I want to, as Gomez might say, put it out there for the people.

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The details of my own life are not that interesting. I’m not a good subject. I’m working, i’m drawing, here’s what’s going on with my random new coworker — you’ve heard all of this many times before.

Not that it’s bad. It’s just steady. Every day, i feel like i’ve been stuck in the same place for years, that every day is exactly the same, that nothing ever changes… and at the same time, i know that i should appreciate every day, because this is a good time in my life, and just like every other part of life, it will be gone before i know it. And it’ll never come back.

And that’s depressing.

That reminds me, Muna’s not coming back. She ended up in Toronto and decided to stay there with her family. The only reason she came to Nashville a year ago was to maybe go to the world-accredited Paul Mitchell beauty school here, but i guess she changed her mind. Yeah, Toronto is probably cooler than Nashville. Still… we’ll never have anyone there as hot as her. Bring on the next creepy old cigarette-smoking racist coot.

Funny, though, she really screwed them over by taking a leave, forcing them to fill her spot with temps, and not really telling them that she has no intention of coming back. Even now, they still expect her to show up. But she probably won’t even call them.

Good on her. Fuck ’em up.

Sigh.

The funny thing about my job is that you spend 8 hours with one other person. It’s like being on a desert island with someone; you end up bonding, even if you’re very different people and wouldn’t do so if you were working in an environment with 20 other yokels. But then when that job tie is severed, there’s nothing left between you.

Funny also that Dahir was fired and she left at the exact same time. I always lose both my coworkers at once. It’s bizarre.

Later, Muna. We’ll always have Twilight and Breaking Bad.

But hey!

I just got the word today. My October vacation is a go. Council reunion with John in motherfucking Virginia. FUCK YES.

That’ll be cool.

Anyway, i promise to write more often if this site will just… fucking… work.