mahiwaga

I'm not really all that mysterious

sick of it all

I just don’t know anymore.

January is pretty much over.

(I hear Mos Def utter the following words: “A lot of things have changed. A lot of things have not.”)

Where have I been? Where am I going? Am I doing well?

I’ve sworn off blogging before, only to come crawling back like a whipped cur.

I don’t know what to say, only that I’m looking for some sort of change. What sort of change? Who can say? Like they say about pornography, “I’ll know it when I see it.”

Good times for a change See the luck I’ve had would make a good man turn bad So please, please, please Let me, let me, let me get what I want this time

—The Smiths “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want”

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