I feel a was more than a little remiss in speaking of of my sojurn to Champana. I forget what a fountain of positive energy the DVM is, I forgot how health it can be to drive across Illinois at great speeds. I don't think DVM knows how much of a positive impact she continues to have on my life. Without getting too sappy, She is a great ally and I am honoured to be considered a contemporary. I think back to our rocky beginings and how much of an Ahole I can be at Vodkas first grip. Yet through all of that we have managed to tay friends. In examing my relationships with other people, I am trying to isolate the good ones, and irradicate the old ones. Its true that when someone only lives up the road that when they are gone you miss them the most. I am glad we are friends. Across this last year of discovery, she has always been the supportive voice of the phone, reminding that just because everyone around you is FUCKED Up... and you see the imbalace and they dont doesnt make you the fuct up one. Anyway, I apologize for summing my Champanga experience just down to bad mexican. There as cheap drinks... and Swing Dancing... (MUAHAAHAA) those of you know me cant imagine me dancing I know. I have a lot of potential energy, all I can say is watch out when it goes kinetic.

I hate my job. I was denied a promotion because I was not qualified, But I am now answering questions, and training the person whom got promoted, Adding insult to injury... I was also told I could not apply for other posistion, A year of solitary confinement for I, Its really rather pathetic.

I used to think that love is an unreal concept. I had to convince myself last time I was in love, so I am what you could say a less than adovcate. Another very wise friend has fallen in love, and is extremely hAppy. So much so that This person is going move to the other end of the country. I am sad to see the departure of this person I realize why it is the journey must be taken. This person deserves a lifetime of happiness.. They have devoted their life to the happiness of others and not even though of themselves. More to come on this,

Hmmmm... Got a hold of the Nitwits xanga addy mysterously its been taken down. I figured I was supposed to find it. After all he took this blog changed the names and repacked as his own. Tonight the words just seems to pour out of me. I am a little kid with hurt feelings and I am very alone. I enjoy alone. I can start to work on the novella that I need to write. All of you will get a chapter. I started titling them out a while a ago... the most poignant I can not mention here. Type fast I do, for I wish my brains throughput would matchs my hands speed in typing. I need to write more. I can not wait to sit on the front porch with laptop in lap and muse.... Who the fuck am I kidding.

Pork up Porky.. 1.5 years til you will be a size 24... HURRRAH!!!