Peeking

Dimly lit sadness through the stained glass of my mind

I think I have gotten through the holidays and the new year with out actually participating in them.

Withdrawn and reserved I served my sentence of loneliness by myself

I did make one new years resolution

I said "NO MORE. . . splash of 7 in my Crown Royal! Nope, just make it on the rocks! There's a resolution I can keep!

Buster gets back today. I look forward to picking him up at the airport. Session tonight. . . . I guess. . . I think it's Tuesday.


Haven't spoken to the little kids since before Christmas. . . That sucks. After the last hateful letter from her cum sucking, hag lawyer (see somewhere below), I haven't called them at all. I thought If you I gave her the space she was asking for on her vacation with the kids that she might have them call me for Christmas or New Years.

Now we cut to the part of Batman Begins where Bruce Wayne's father says, "and Bruce why do we fall down? To pick ourselves back up again."

and then Bruce says, "Fuck you!, you fall down that fucking well and see how you feel. . . bitch.

But I digress

or undress

nevermind