NO SKIN OFF MY BALLSACK, YOU LITTLE FREAK!
This is going to strike a variety of tones. It’s going to end with an obituary for a wrestler. I would like for you to read it. Listen, I never promised that this was a place where I’d communicate myself clearly. I’d like to occupy more of a presence here, especially with the aim to keep in touch with writing while I’m shifting into some new phase or season of my living. I’m scared of becoming a shallower thing, right? Like, all of this musn’t be without a cause or purpose. Let me have a space where I can remind myself what I am. Please. After a really sprawling, and recklessly messy blog post , I want to enforce some order. Something I did back in the March that got me into trouble was add a list to the end of my monthly post. There were five intentions. It doesn’t matter which of them got done, but that they were worked through. For October, here’s what I’m looking at. First, I am going to post twice to this blog. Second, I will finish reading some form of l...