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We always end up in arguments. We’re getting better about it, though. We’re starting to discuss that issue itself. It’s a thing.

There’s a lot of things. That’s something I’ve come to realize. I’m not sure I’ll ever understand all of the things that go on. In fact, I’m pretty sure I won’t.

I’ve started keeping a paper journal. I don’t know why… it just happened. I’ve been neglecting this one as a result. I’ve been writing about things that I hide from all of you. Maybe I’ll get brave and let some of them out. I’ve been dealing with some of my more tender issues lately.

I do have tender issues. Yes, I do.

People are unreliable and fickle and they don’t do what you tell them and they don’t do what you’d like them to do.

I guess that’s what makes life interesting, and the extra little things that happen as a result of the inconsistency of life is what makes the world go around.

Hmmm. These posts have slipped a day behind somehow… don’t worry, I’ll catch up.

So, I noticed while I was in the store shopping for dishsoap that Proctor & Gamble, the
evillest capitalist fuckers around, make like every single brand of dishsoap, laundry
detergent and all that sort of stuff. Well, they don’t make every single brand, but
they make more than anybody else, and more than half of them in a lot of cases. That’s
creepy. They make Tide, Era, Cheer, and All. All four of those! I stay away from
them because they test on animals and they are fuckers. Fuckers. Anyway, then today
while I was in the bathroom, it occurred to me that my charmin toilet paper was
probably made by them, too… they like product names like that… so I looked
on the back, and sure enough it says Proctor & Gamble! fuckers.

My rhododenrons are doing ok. I need to water them more. It’s actually a very nice sort of flower. I didn’t know much about them until Margo bought me one. I’m not sure I’d go so far as to say it’s my favorite flower yet, but it is the only real flower I have in my office. That’s something.

In case you were wondering.

I’ve been sorta lonely, lately. I think I’ve been noticing certain moments more than others, and those moments are the ones when I’m walking to my car after a night of fun or I’m laying in bed trying to fall asleep, thinking to myself.

It’s the times when I really am by myself. Sometimes, I’m so busy I don’t have time to take notice. But, sometimes the feeling asserts itself enough, and I can’t help but pay attention.

And then last night I had a dream involving Ally McBeal! Help!

I’m a control freak.
I make mistakes.
I don’t listen to other people enough.
I make a big deal out of insignificant things.