  I was sorting through a box and found a bunch of poetry i'd written in my disillusioned and angsty late teens... Not bad stuff actually, but it makes me cringe to think that I was ever so depressed. Maybe I'll start posting stuff like that on here. Maybe. There are so many things going on in my life right now that I am not at liberty to discuss for fear of retaliation from sources that shall remain nameless.
Big Brother is always watching me, it seems, and doing his best to fuck me over. I still have not been able to cash my paycheque from over a week ago. fuckers. Are you reading this... ha. i don't care if you are or aren't... :) (you not being "you", gentle reader, hehehe) Anyway, time will tell. ...and in Time, so will I. sweet dreams. jeff 
