Basement Chronicles

Prime and feeling fine

"There's only one reason in the end"

Don't know why, but I can listen to that in any mood.

So yeah, I'm 19. As far as I can tell, all I get with it is cigarettes and the only prime number I'll see for a while.

As a bit of explanation of the photo, its the first electric shaver I've ever had. Ever. And no, this doesn't mean that this is the first year I've actually needed it. What do you mean by that anyways? Huh? Wanna make something of it?

Yeah. That's what I thought.

Today I went with my sister to a church. Mostly just to see what it was all about, but also to hopefully have some questions answered. Sadly, didn't happen, but at least it got me thinking. I've been doing that a lot lately, give that my laptop LCD burnt out. Getting that fixed today was what I can only compare to getting back on a crack addiction after a long, hard tme of going cold turkey. And yes, it was two days. And yes, I had 3 other computers to use during my downtime. And yes, I'm having a conversation with myself.

Ahem...

I was reading last night a very old chat log that had been stowed away on some ancient harddrive backup on my dad's computer. I was kind of amazed at what I was reading, as it was very apparent that I was...well...a little off. In it I denounced friends and family, claimed that nobody listened or cared for anything I said or did, and took everything the person I was talking with said and twisted it to maintain a pretty nasty view of my world. I remember that this time of my life wasn't the greatest, for me or for the people in my life, but what I don't remember is actively playing a part in the problem. It took me a long time to find my voice among whoever called themselves "Man o' Few Words".

I had to take a step back and recount the years between then and now. It was interesting to reflect on how every person in my life, family, friends (whether i'm still in contact with them), have brought me out of whatever demons I had. Needless to say, I read through a lot of chat logs last night. And I guess I just want to say thanks.

For the electric razor and everything else.