Traffic on this blog is remarkably consistent lately. Between two and five hundred people come here every day. I have no idea why; I’m about the least interesting person on the Internet. Still, I’m grateful for the visits and I try to come up with at least vaguely amusing or informative things for you.
I’ve written three different posts since five o’clock. They’re all a bunch of bitter garbage about women and relationships and when I read through them I don’t like the way I sound. So I’m going to call it quits for the night. If you come back tomorrow night, I will be able to tell you about my project to rejuvenate my Porsche 944 and swap it for something really fun. For tonight, however, we’ll hand it over to Natalie.
Just an unrequited lover / wishing she had never / spoken your name / had never known your name
COL!
Ok! You don’t do modesty well, Jack, stealthier means will have to be developed.
And… this website/blog is, at times, such a tool(and why not?), but interesting if you have a vicarious nature. I sometimes am left with the feeling of being a peeper, having crawled up your cerebral cortex and spied on the machinations of your brain, synapses all bright and dancing to an internal tune of a unique character.
Always interesting, if not a bit raw and tender, like a book with all of its content on the cover.
Keep writing, Jack, and save it all, like a diary, and read it every twenty years. Wish I could peek in when the 65 year old Jack rereads some of his earlier effusions.
From The Farm, deep in the Columbia River Gorge.