so i guess i resurrected an old piece of this little life tonight. i've spent the last 2 hours reading and revisiting all the things and feelings and memories of the mundane bullshit of daily existence i decided to record... all the things i used to deem so very important to doctument every last detail of, while at the same time making sure to leave off the important bigger picture of the insane path i crawled through in order to get here.
it's amazing what a few years can do... i was 19 when i started this diary (before "blog" became a mainstay in every 20-something's vocabulary). and of course, as is often the case when you're 19, i was flailing and drifting and attempting to figure out just how all the little bits fit in the giant puzzle of life, what sort of big picture i could become. and now i'm 26, and guess what? it never all fits quite right; there are jagged edges that never seem to match, extra pieces i wish i'd never picked up, pieces discarded...
i never was good at euphamisms.
anyhow, it just might be nice to look back again in another seven years and have a good laugh, or a cry, or...
