Today I met the girl of my dreams.
I wish and hope for the day I can write that and have it be the truth. As it now stands, that is the furthest thing from the truth, but I don’t want to ramble on about my lonely social life again. I think I said enough in my last entry to cover it for a while. Let’s just say nothing has changed since the last entry.
I’m in a nice reflective mood and I want to write about something, or someone, but nothing readily comes to mind. Perhaps some people enjoy leading a passive life, but I do not. Christ, one little adventure would do wonders for my morale. Maybe I should enlist and go to fight Saddam Hussein and the Iraqis. Maybe not. Everything adventurous I used to do has become very boring. It seems that one cannot have fun anymore while staying within the confines of the law. I can’t even do illegal things anymore because I am developing a conscience
I have been whining a lot lately haven’t I? I’m going to make a pact right now not to write anything else until something interesting happens. Something really juicy that I can write pages and pages about, so until then. . . . . .