so here it is.

my journal.

aren't you totally underwhelmed?

i finally found a site that would let me keep one for free. well, technically, live journal would let me do it for free. only i needed a code of some sort that could only be obtained by mooching some secret code off an existing user. but all my friends who use live journal had already given up their code. so i began seeking out people i didn't even know and begging them for their secret code. and even they were like, "i already gave my code to someone else." so either A) i'm mistakenly attempting to infiltrate some scary internet cult that doesn't want me among its hive, and one day soon i'll return home to find my mouse clipped and balled and dangling over the monitor as a grave prophetic warning, or B) this online journal is quite the "in" thing to do, and i'm (as usual) 15 minutes late to the dinner party.

i dunno why i'm doing this. i have a feeling it has something to do with keeping myself writing regularly. i've nearly forgotten what that feels like, and i need to restore some of the momentum. i also need a place where i can jot and note and reflect. if my main goal right now is to be some kind of a published writer in the next few years, i'm definitely going to need a trove for musings and thoughts i can steal for ... whatever it is i decide to write. novels. music. legal briefs. sitcoms. pornography.

so ... yeah. that's about it. i can't believe this took me 45 minutes to write. no wonder i can never get anything done.

quote of the day: "there's always time in your busy schedule for some lovin'." alex.