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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

We drove past the house on Brooks where Joe was murdered. It seems like a lonely place. I got a picture of his gravestone. It seems inadequate. I'm feeling a little sad lately. I'm under a lot of stress. Things are changing and they seem a little out of control. I need to know what's going on and I don't know anything for sure. But then again, risk involves a little insecurity. I have not taken enough well-intended chances in my life. The whole point was to go for it and try to make things a little better.

Someone will be staying with me off and on again. I hope it doesn't interfere with my meditations and my sex life. My sexuality has been undergoing a bit of development as of late. I've done things that I never thought I would. I have no regrets, only memories and experience. It's cool. I just don't know about the guy I've been sleeping with. The guy I've been fucking, I mean. There has been no sleep involved. He comes over, we fuck, he gets dressed, and leaves. Well, what do you think of that? Me, too.

I wish I had some fantabulously wonderful news to post, but alas, my life is but a dream.

confessions of gd * 16:07

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