8:44 p.m. - 2003-05-23
virginlog
online diary, hmmm? does this mean i'm likely to be more or less reticent about my thoughts, moods and motivations?
what am i doing here? well, i met this guy...
isn't that the way so many things seem to start? i met this guy, and the next thing i knew i was making road trips to spokane. montreal. victoria. whatever. the percieved benifits to be reaped from any relationship rarely end up being realised. or perhaps i'm just far to cynical.
my only-half-joking philosophy of life is that women are evil and men are stupid. slightly refined? women manipulative, men gullible. not stupid... it's just that so many women are conniving, manipulative bitches who see men in terms of what advantages they might offer, and then gleefully proceed to exploit those advantages. and men? they just want to take us at face value... i'd be wary of any creature who expends so much time and energy changing the appearance of her face.
the real-time dreams are floating at the edge of my awareness.
i'm not burnt out enough for the detached sense of dislocation, nor the ever-present wolves, but the shadows shift with increasing frequency and i hear them, shuffling. waiting. there are too many things i just don't want to think about, and the carnival fair of my postmodern nightmares beckons so seductively. the attraction of this gentle trip into insanity is always the abdication of responsibility.
