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I extend my finest greetings to the community.
Here, I sit, in Missouri at my it user support/sys admin L shaped desk and say hi.
Why am I in missouri? Because my back goes out when i go backpacking, so I can't just set out on foot. Because i signed a lease. Because i need to repay student loans. Because i have no savings. Because ive been a lot of other places and didn't like them that much either.
And because I am tired of culture being centralized in NY and LA, tired of being flyover country, tired of no one taking my salon personals profile seriously, like i must be pitiful to live here.
Im an inventor, write, and musician. My interests are unpredictable. I just turned thirty and i'm single. I woke up this morning from a very real seeming dream in which i got back together with someone from my past, who there is no chance of me getting back together with. I can't remember the last romantic thing that happened to me.
I know a hundred good reasons to live, but I forget them sometimes. Like when, as yesterday, a police officer is on my message machine asking me to call them because they think i hit another car while pulling out of a parrallel parking situation. Someone I know happened to see it, and they don't like me, so a funny story about me being a champ spreads across the town as I write.
A mystical halloween party, the beginning of a new journal, several subversive questions for yahoo!answers, the nova black hole episode which blew my mind, a small car accident(didn't hunter s. say that bigger accidents were actually better?), a strong dream about getting something i can't have and don't really want, an hour late to work, and now...
Barbelith.....(!)
Which are questions, which are answers? What does it all mean? Where the hell am I going and not going? Why does it seem the country is ready to collapse?
Well, at least I have a katana.
And I have a feeling I should be here.
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