This is NOT a Diary

It was a day... I do not want this, this to turn into a diary, a teenage diary of sadness and angst that all those little girls go through and write about in those little key locked books… BUT today WAS a day,

As you already know, your ‘days’ usually start the night before.. as mine did. Met with the x for a few drinks over witch she could finally explain the goofy assed stories she’d started to pepper me with on Friday, Saturday, Sunday… three way love machines on a Friday morning with the guy I really hope steps up and takes responsibility with her…

This is not a dairy… This is NOT me talking about waking up late after creeping out my pals about how happy I am with the friends I am meeting… This is NOT the daily journal of little things that happen to me, this is about those three words… this is a project, two projects which I will… I will, I will promise as strongly as an any atheist who carries the bible his mom sent him last Christmas, in his pocket can. Carried NOT to feel GOD, but to feel the concern of his mother… I swear on this bible these projects will be completed.

Fun year, good friends… good new friends, WHO I am now probably scaring the firkin be-jebus outta…

Oh, and it was just that, a day… a day with too much work and way not enough… what… compassion, empathy… joy… I do believe it is time for this ol’ fu, to go to…