ConnMan8D

I've debated long and hard with myself over the past few days over whether or not I want to make the two revelations that I am going to make in this journal.  I've been keeping these two things mostly secret about myself for the last few years.  This is mostly because I've been unsure of how those close to me would react to them if I were to reveal them. Recent experiences in my life, however, have brought certain aspects more into my life than they were otherwise, and these past few days I've been feeling a need to unburden myself after all this time.  Further reflection makes me feel that those who truly care for me will accept both of the

I've been thinking about things, and I've come to a realization.  My life has been defined by nothing more than a long series of mistakes and fuckups.  Now I know what people are going to want to say.  To err is human, we define ourselves by how we deal with the mistakes and fuckups, what's important is what you learn from it, etc.  I wish I could believe that.  But if that were really the case... if people really believed that, then why are they so quick to judge others for mistakes made?  And why is the justice system more interested in punitive action than reformative?  No.  The truth, confirmed by real attitudes rather than false platitud

Tonight I decided to improvise a bit on my dinner.  I've been really lazy about food a lot lately, generally going with easy stuff that you just pop in the microwave or the oven and heat up.  This is all well and good... there is plenty of good-tasting food that falls in that category.  But what really makes me enjoy my food that much more is when I have to actually put some effort into it (when I feel like putting in effort, that is... ^_^). I've been working on developing my instincts for improvisation in the kitchen, and so far it's worked out pretty well.  I've only had one thing that didn't turn out well so far, and that was when I made