Learn how to love…

Life that is lived alone.

Waiting is always safer than action, but remember that time kills.  A long, slow, painful death.  Whether you stand still and let it wash over you, or fight it with every fiber in your being, it will get you in the end.  Everything you gain will be taken from you, all hope lost, nothing left but a rotting corpse in a rock.  Best not to gain at all.

I’ve got  nothing.

The introspective birthday post…even though I don’t turn for 2 more days.

19 is a milestone around here, because when we’re 19, we can go to Cananda and drink there.  There isn’t much else to do around here than drink.  We sleep a lot, too.

19 is a personal milestone, too, because it is one year more than I EVER expected to live.  I didn’t think I was going to make 18, but here we are.  19 settles me into old age, 19 settles me into the drugery and dread that this isn’t going to end.