journaling is cheaper than therapy and my handwritten diary isn't working because ~it all~ (the swirling contents of my brain mixed with quotedienne happenings i might want to record) just seems like too much to possibly write about with my little hands and still have time to live, so maybe if i can focus my consciosuness on individual posts (assuming posts have topics.. hmm) i'll get somewhere. the era of the blog was possibly the only good time on the internet, when it was still relatively young but widely accessible, and i'm just doing my part to restore the utopic vision of the world wide web. as bookslut founder jesse crispin once said: “I miss the Internet, by which I mean I miss the crazy stupid infinite space part of the Internet where absolutely nothing mattered. Where people did things not because they were branding themselves or auditioning for print publications or whatever.” see, i'm just having fun and it's also possible i'm doing this because i miss posting my tits on tumblr!
this might turn into a nanny diaries situation because i spend a lot of my time babysitting a very wealthy ten-year-old with epilepsy and his neurotic mother, and hunnie i've got some thoughts.
i might also do some meditations on political phenomena, books i'm reading, people in my life, assorted online ephemera, being a christian teen youth group leader, my fuuuucking ~healing process~ idk thank u for being with me here today
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