**i haven't signed on to this in a year and this mini-entry below was in my drafts. i'll try to be more consistent as it would be nice to have an outlet for the personal/political, music & film reviews, goings on at work, etc. bear with me folks (aka, Steve). the blog is called 'tomorrow, maybe' for a reason**
hmm.. so i'm still lazy, but i'm going to write. hopefully people have given up checking on this blog (the number of hits still increased even though i haven't posted a new entry in eons...). i have given up writing this for You, dear reader, because i am coming to the conclusion that you don't exist. all the better, because it was getting cumbersome to try to maintain some semblance of coherency. at least now i get to throw all sense of caution to the wind am i right? of course i am, You don't have a say in this at all.
i wish you did though, because i'm terribly, terribly confused. i've said to myself, "Self, why have you got to be such a fuckup? Why don't you grow a spine and ask people out. Why do you make so many excuses? Why do you lie to yourself and even more to others?" Of course myself doesn't answer because she's off making bitchy or sarcastic remarks or making angsty mix-tapes with the word "Love" in every other title, so it'd be nice to have you around, you know?
