"No, please...I really don't want any." Jees. Thursday night and I am home. Too lazy to get up and roam. Stop stealing my socks, you sneaky little knome. Rhyming. Ryming? Rye? [So here I sit, doing the same old shit.] Not much to report since a few hours ago. Nothing new has approached. Change is in the air though, I can feel it. Feel it crawling on my skin. Whispering in my ear. Infecting me with ideas. And dreams. And wants. (Change = Survival) One must change to suite his or her surroundings. So I'm changing. Dropping this old charade. Giving up the incognito game. Going real. Going clean. Going, going, gone. "Yes siree' Bob!" "Watch me fly by 'bout to die...screaming lullabies and telling lies." So it has come to this. The new thing. The new way of life for awhile. It's time to give up the old and allow the new a chance to breathe. I can't keep playing the same old game. Or being the same old person. Enough! Moving on. I don't or I haven't spoken to SEB still. I don't feel like it really. I don't know why. I dunno, ya know. WEn is once again back in trouble with the law. She's an asshole. A natural born asshole. *Pity* But that's on her, no doubt. Time for me to skaddle for awhile. "Beam me up Scottie...(vaporize)" DFN.