memoirish life stuff
stream of consciousness babbling
what lies (or tells the truth) beneath the surface?
this is going to be a messy article . a ‘i haven’t written anything that really meant anything to me in a LONG ass time so now i’m going to expose my soul for the messy place that it truly is.’ ok, it’s not that the stuff i’ve posted hasn’t meant ANYTHING to me. it’s just that it’s more about work…