I wish I could blog more. I really do.
I come across a bunch of web pages per day that I wish I could link the hell out of, but that’s not really my own content is it? When I try to think about why I don’t write as much the only excuses I can come up with are:

1) Between work and class, then I get home I just want to eat and sleep, cuddle and feed the pets.

2) Things are relatively good. Besides the usual bullshit of bills, work and parents, I don’t have much to say that needs to be said. Emotionally I could pour it all out but then I’m most likely going to go back down the self-destruction path. Don’t get me wrong, self-destruction can be fun, but when you begin to have things and people of value around you; throwing them away looking for sympathy and attention seems hard and unneccesary.

Maybe that’s why. I could write more if I could be more truthful to myself and the people around me. Easier said than done.

I wish I could write what I’m actually thinking rather than what I think would be acceptable. Maybe I should work on my vocabulary a bit. My usage of words could use some improving and I’m sure I’m pissing alot ot people off with all the typos, commas and ellipsis. At least then I could hide behind words.

Now I’m going to post a metric fuckton of garbage to keep people occupied while I figure out what and how to post.

My new KozyNDan T-Shirt Rules.

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