The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Nothing more to say

Christmas card signed "your friend" from not-a-friend. She wanted to be a mentor, and when I was 20, that didn't seem so bad, but even then I knew she wasn't a friend. Reacquainted decades later, she still bored, condescended to, me, but I made nice, until she pushed it.

Didn't respond actively, since that would have been unkind, merely ignored plethora of advice from oddball.

The times they are a changin'

122 days, which is no guarantee, but I'm so ready. Reading about cuck, as in cuckhold which is apparently still a thing. Like they're fucking Sicilian Renaissance dicks owning their women, which makes no damn sense.

The unmasking, will it spur a change?

Saturday, December 3, 2016

just one

Just one spot. And nothing else. So, 99?

Slept again, though.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Spot the anomaly

Started up again, a good 98 days. Slowing dramatically. Barely starting.

Slept 11 hours last night.