october 25 2010

Why the fuck am i writing a blog, who the fuck is this blog for. These are questions im posed with (mind you im kinda stoned and its 445 in the morning) when i write this shit. Well im writing this for me. I dont want feed back, i dont need anyones opinions on m thoughts. I dont really care, these things are my own and just because they are here doesnt mean i am giving them away. Im just putting small pieces of them on display. Others will interpret them how they will, thats not my concern. Im only concerned with venting my thoughts (and maybe my emotions) and catalouging them in a place where i will always be able to access them and if one day i was gone, and everyone who knew me forgot about me or was gone as well, i will still exist somewhere in this world. So that maybe a hundred years from now my great great grandkids can track this down and know a little bit about a few moments in my life. So they can listen to the hushed squeaking of the wheels in my mind turning for brief moments in time. Im so afraid of being forgotten entirely. I need to write my dad.

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