I've journaled extensively for some time. I've written about people I hate, people who get on my nerves, how much sex I'd like to be having, crazy dreams I've had, etc etc. This is one of the literary forms that I enjoy partaking in the most. Journaling, or "blogging" as it's now known, can be liberating. You can say all of the crazy shit on paper, that you couldn't say to whomever it was you may've been conversing or arguing with or even shagging (or gank banking as my best friend and I lovingly refer to it as). As Tony Soprano said this past season to his psychiatrist, Dr. Melfi, sometimes spilling open is like taking a massive shit. You feel a sense of relief. You've gotten rid of a load, albeit the load is personal. You feel triumphant. Holding bac- (bowels or thoughts) - is like Tantalus Torture... it can be very uncomfortable, the more the pressure builds. Unloading one's thoughts is an intimate act as is deficating. You sit on the can, and you ponder, as you're unloading. What a great analogy! It's usually something you do by yourself. Journaling allows you to expend that feeling.... the anger, the lust, the happiness, the joy etc etc. You can fucking trash people without having to deal with the drama you'd be bothered with, if you were to curse someone to their face. I suppose what I'm trying ot say is that my mind works in stereo folks! I am the quintessial shit talker and most of the time it's justified. I'm direct and I'm honest, but I'm also guarded and leery. There are times I simply can't say what I'd like to say to people. I simply write it down and store it away. I think now that I am ready to make the web masses privy what goes on in my head. All of it is worthwhile and thought provoking. Some of it might be a little profane and perverse. My mind run 'round and 'round liek a colorful mobius strip... none of the geometrical shapes ever really making any sense, but it's good shit nevertheless! Of course I will compose your basic run-of-the-mill thoughts about current events and popular culture. Important thoughts such as why Paris Hilton's sensuous vapidness is so appealing and noteworthy opinions of the like. Fasten your seatbelts. This voyage inside my head may be turbulent, but it will be funnier than hell!