Coded

If it hasn’t been apparent to everyone else (which I’m sure it is painfully clear) this website is circling the drain.

It makes me sad in a sense that this comfortable couch from which I’ve pounded my truths, secrets and half forged lies has made a definite path to where all rail lines terminate. It is inevitable with the lackluster response, effort and dedication by the almighty diary master and his staff.

But what pisses me off more? I can’t PDF more than 13 (?) entries or some shit to download. 

Fucking insane.

I’m trying to reload the cannon over at prosebox which is a slow go of it. 

If any of you wish to stay in touch over there just let me know your handle there.

Anyway, last day of work and time to make the last push to get work done.

If i don’t write here again this year thank you for sticking around and reading me.