afterthoughts

people who use what they know of your skeletons to condemn you are not friends. people who care for you do not do this. people who expect you to take swings for them, but cut you off the first time you do it are not friends. people who care for you do not do this. people who justify their cruelties but condemn yours are not friends. people who care for you do not do this. i will remember this.

alone, in the end

dedicated to the married men who remain so largely due to my efforts. 1991 to 2007, and i am done. best wishes to you all. Dagan S. of California Rick F. of Texas Mark G. of Alaska Derek M. of Florida Randall S. of Georgia Daniel W. of Arizona Kevin B. of Missouri Rick A. of Ohio Robbie C. of Florida Ray A. of Canada Robert F. of New York Wendell T. of Georgia Craig G. of North Carolina Andrew L. of Texas

i am a dupe. again.

you know what makes me angry? being right. i hate being right. i especially hate being right when someone tells me they will never x, y, or z… and i tell them the circumstances or reasons they would very precisely do x, y, or z… and they swear blue faced they would NEVER…. and then… guess what? they do.

done and done and done! :)

the test assignment is complete, the mental attic is cleared, and no matter what the coming week, i believe i am done with a few things more that i’ll not bother to list. feels good. very good, actually. the last two days have convinced me of a number of things, not the least of which is to shatter a certain semi-precious stone ring and remember to set my sight upon mountains rather than graveyards. up from the ashes. hah. i am smiling. and a certain, savage aspect that has lain sleeping longer than she should have wakes once more. have […]