Paradox

Highly Sexualized Asexual.
Chaste Deviant.
Ethical Slut.

Over the years I've accepted those labels and others in terms of my sexuality and relationships. I coined a lot of em, actually, cuz I was the only one I knew. Was hoping to start a trend...

Mediocrity at its most... blehhh.

6am.
Wide awake with nothing to do.
Watching "How I Met Your Mother" on Demand.
[Hooray Rogers Ditigal Box.]
[For the record, this show is not that funny when you don't happen to come across it channel surfing.]
Thought, "Why don't I pull up the old blog, write some stuff?"
...I got nothing.

It's All In My Head... I Hope?

I think I am a hypochondriac. Not the smart kind of hypochondriac that is at the doctor's office every other week getting checked out for some perceived illness or another. That would be too easy for me, I think.

Steppin Out

Listening to a man have a lover's spat with the woman who is not his lawfully wedded wife is just... heartbreaking.

Ignorance is not bliss... it's annoying!

I have always had really high standards for myself & for the people close to me. Part of having high standards for myself is being really self-aware and bringing myself to account at all times... I need to know if I'm fucking up so I can know how to fix it. So, naturally, my high standards for others involves them also being aware & honest about their faults. But I slowly have less and less faith in people's ability to do so.

My Voice: The Hiatus

I find myself unable to blog because I don't want to write about anything until I've finished recounting this story.