Look, I'm not doing this for hits, I'm not selling ad space. There is no Nielsen rating I'm shooting for.
Hey, I have felt like crap for weeks now: depressed, tired, hurt, confused, overworked... the last thing I have been worried about is entertaining my audience.

I love the people who read my journal.
I love you guys for caring, and writing me with support, I love you for lurking, and reading voyueristically (I know you are there). I love you if you read and think I'm a whiner, or pussy-whipped, or trailer trash. I don't care if you think I am a terrible writer. (hey, I went to art school what do you expect)

Call me selfish, but I write and post this junk for me. I need to get this stuff out, and read, and occasionally validated by you guys.

I probably sound angrier than I am, that's because I love writing in this journal. I don't want it to start feeling like another obligation in my life of obligations.

Believe me: When things happen in my life, I want to write them down for everybody to read. Sometimes "real" obligations have to take precidence.

"This entry was brought to you by the letter Q."