A quick update

I guess it's not really an update, but maybe more of I'm just writing a little before I go to bed, just to say I've written lately. I'm not good at writing paper journals, and so this will maybe someday be for my posterity? I dunno? What will blogging/internet be in 20 or 30 years? Too large a concept to think about, for my feeble brain that's for sure.

I wanna get into a pen pal group. I've tried to friends, with no real successful correspondence in return. There's gotta be an internet site or somethin that will put me on the path to the right people. I think letter's are so neat, and some of the stories, quotes, and what not were told 1st in the form of a letter to a friend. Mark Twain was a letter writer. He wrote back and forth to one of my Favorite writers H.P. Lovecraft.

I think there's a special spirit of letter writing that is found from writing a letter, sealing the envelope, writing a sender's address, and putting it in the mailbox. Then one week later on the other side of the country, another person opens there mailbox and inside the box are bills, credit card applications, silly coupon booklets, catalogs, and every so often, a tad of nostalgia, as the receiver finds an envelope hand written by someone, who took the thought and effort to relay a message (hopefully a nice one) to them personally.

I want that.

Today, was the 1st rain of the fall season in the bay area, and it was pleasant as long as I wasn't working in it. Ha ha. I think I'll manage, if the temperature was any indication, it was slightly cold, but nothing ridiculous to the point of border-line freezing like how it is sometimes in Southern California. If you're saying "I dunno about that, Willy". Well then you're wrong and I'm right. Done.

Ummm let's see. I dunno what else to say. I think I need to write some stuff down, and write it down for myself. I have some thoughts, but I don't think they should be public. I wrote on my facebook status the other day "The Facebook taunt's me 'What's on your mind?' and I replied, 'The world is not ready'". And I wasn't kidding. I really have a lot to say, and maybe I'll express it all. Maybe never. I know somewhere out there, I will tell someone everything I'm feeling, but I haven't found that person yet.

Not that their aren't people out there capable of listening to me, but when a mechanic needs advice, he talks to his fellow mechanics. I'm lookin to talk to a mechanic. I haven't found (mostly likely)her yet.

Anyways, I gotta go fold some clothes. Good night neverland.

This is very real

...and it was at this point that I put my hands in the air and said, "I've had enough" and I walked away, and I never questioned once whether you heard me or not. I just walked away.