A taste of what's to come . . .

Hello Blogger universe! It's nice to have a new place to call home. I currently blog on Myspace. Only. And, well, I never really go on that site for anything else nowadays. So. Here. I. Am. Thank you for having me. I chose a snippit of an old blog for you to read. I'll post my latest entry after this.

12/14/08
I could devour an ocean worth of liquid love right now and (maybe) it wouldn't even be enough. It wouldn't be his hands on my skin. Other men look at me in wonderment, loving what I expose to them. Their desire strikes me, and that happiness . . . well . . . it lingers. There's something false about all of it though, and the pain of that realization negates the aforementioned happiness with a subtle precision. I love what I've grown to love. I will always want that. It's more desirable than curiosity.

6/6/09
Dear myspace,
I am ever so sorry that I have abandoned you for such things as Facebook and Twitter. Sometimes hanging out with cooler logos is nice (God, I love that Twitter bird). And, like, we've known each other for almost 6 years now so I know all there is about you, and when I see your name I think that you're a little played out, and a feeling of being trapped in a dark hole washes over me. So, I venture off to other lands that just have a better look and feel, because that's just how it is on the interwebs: like high school, with better graphics.
Ugh, it's been ever so long. Gah! I guess times are a changin', and my feet are less swollen, and I can eat Fritos at 4am if I want to, so life is good. There's no beginning; no end.
. . .Do you know how happy I am that I can write blogs again? That I can read whole books til the morning comes, that I can watch info-mercials!?!?!?! No, why would anyone. Alas, Freedom at its best is the accumulation of the little things that we forget we long for . . . being . . . accessable again. I've pondered things that my mind has been warned to stay away from for over a year. I no longer have to conform, or feel like a trapped rat running in circles for an ultimate goal that doesn't exist. My mind can formulate its own routes, and end up wherever, WITHOUT your fucking programmed GPS system, thank you very much.
Going to the movies with Adam tonight. Shaaaah, the movies! :D