bloody_little_thing stork daddy this is my story. i suppose it's subjectively supernatural, and objectively natural. it all started that day i was driving home. i called my wife, hoping she wouldn't pick up. i don't like having to talk to other people much...it feels like i have to defend myself to them. i have to meet them halfway and entertain them, keep their interests. when i'm alone i understand myself, i don't have to try. 050121 ... dandy it's easier to process consciously or unconsciously without all the consideration and compromise and social dance required for the simplest transferance of information. Sometimes its so much easier to just blog or vent or write here. And we all say Amen brothers? 050121 what's it to you? who go blather from