It only just occurred to me that people actually read this blog. I mean, the site gives you a count on how many "reads" your blog entries get.

What the hell? I have a sex drive. Sort of. Sex dreams. About brothers. Hot brothers. Hot sex. And some hot girls too. What the hell?

Here goes. I had a great weekend. Or at least it was good. Awkwardness with the ex, so-so time with someone else, and then a great concert and some nighttime wanderings.

Alright, shit. Here's me blogging again. I just need to talk to someone and I can't deal with calling my mother and I can't talk to any of my friends. If I have any. I can't be sure.

I feel as if I want to be blogging, but this just isn't something that can go in my proper blog. So here I am back at Icarus.

So today I went to a workshop thing about finding creativity instead of self-destruction. And it was good, in that it made me think about some things. Things I don't forgive myself for.