I used to think blogging was stupid. But for some reason it's more cathartic than a private journal, perhaps because there's the possibility that someone else will read it (without underhandedly sneaking onto your computer and breaking your password, that is). And for some weird reason, I feel freer expressing in my blog than in my journal; I'm far more candid on my blog than I've ever been anywhere else. Of course, whether or not that's a good thing is an entirely different question altogether.
[Has anyone ever noticed that the spell checker on this site blows? Oh well, I value this blogger for being free and available.]
Monday, January 03, 2005
Notice: Some X- and R-rated content and links are present. If you possess delicate sensibilities or are under 18, I suggest you depart immediately. Or not, but don't say I didn't warn you. May also contain mundane and prosaic entries. Read at your own risk.
About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
Previous Posts
- I only got four hours of sleep but obsessive thoug...
- As I wrote John: I'm this close to asking Eduard ...
- You know that Eduard took a trip to London very re...
- I suppose out of guilt that she betrayed his confi...
- Non sequitur entry: I've made friends with my pus...
- I'm going to work out here shortly because I feel ...
- Shay wrote: I am very sorry that I interfered. I f...
- I need a reminder of what brought me to this point...
- And another thing, I put all my toys and such para...
- What's really funny is that if anyone I know happe...
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