To begin, sitdiary is an old friend. This is merely a fresh coat of paint on an old room, the latest book in a series. You won't stumble upon any of my previous editions, they've been boxed up and put in storage years ago. I'd like to begin with the past, a year ago to the day, written on these same walls: "It's been a 50 hour workweek and i'm burnt out. I like to start my days with water and a panic attack, Lucky Charms optional. I like to go to work early so i have time to wake up the manager who is still home while the buildings alarm is going off and the cops are buzzing about. I like to profile people by what they buy. I feel wayward. Its not a preapproved mood-option.It's something that sneaks up behind you and jumps on your back just when you think you might have gotten eveything under some sort of control. I want to take a vacation in a hippieriffic 60's style musical movie. I think it would do me some good." And here I am a full year later. Everything is completely topsy-turvy and yet still exactly the same. It was a rough 2008. If you know me well you know of it, I refuse to get into specifics, as it has nothing to do with me. I love to write. Rarely about things directly, but about everything and nothing all at once. Rip it apart, never take anything at face value, get to know me. Do I stress you out My sweater is on backwards and inside out And you say how appropriate I dont want to dissect everything today I dont mean to pick you apart you see But I cant help it There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off Slap me with a splintered ruler And it would knock me to the floor if I wasnt there already If only I could hunt the hunter And all I really want is some patience A way to calm the angry voice And all I really want is deliverance Do I wear you out You must wonder why Im relentless and all strung out Im consumed by the chill of solitary Im like estella I like to reel it in and spit it out Im frustrated by your apathy And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land If only I could meet the maker And Im fascinated by the spiritual man I am humbled by his humble nature And all I need now is intellectual intercourse A sould to dig the hole much deeper All I really want is some peace man A place to find a common ground And all I really want is a wavelength All I really want is some comfort A way to get my hands untied And all I really want is some justice- Alanis Morissette