I didn't really write about this before now, or even think about it much until last night, but something happened this weekend that really slapped me in the face. I sorta found out that someone who I thought had been my friend for many years in reality apparently has some huge deal with me, and it's only now coming to light. I just don't understand. Why pretend? If I don't like someone, I dunno, I just don't associate myself with him or her. I guess it's just easier to undercut someone from behind and then look away and pretend it was someone else who did it. I mean, if it ever got to the point where I really wanted to hurt someone, I'd be damned sure they knew it was me who did it. You'll never doubt where you stand with me. I guess that's the fiesty little Klingon coming out in me again. ;-)

*shrugs* I guess that's one of the reasons I want to move on. There are a lot of people I like in my life, but very few that I really respect. And those few have already left the area and are doing awesome things, so now it's my turn. I want to meet new people who are more like me, and live my life a little happier than I am now. There is no point in trying to make this work here anymore.

"So this is how it feels, you sucker
And you had too much to say
But it's over now
You're finally going down
Alone."

Song of the Day: Celldweller - "Under My Feet" www.celldweller.com