It's life, and my computer is still broken.

Life is...what it is. I try to tell everyone that, and they just seem to not believe me, which is odd.. Everything has been going on lately... I came back from thanksgiving which i got to go home for, which is wicked exciting. It was so nice to go home and see everyone again..
Back in Jacksonville things are changing too, unfortunately i can't just tell people everything, but trust me, it's not too too bad down here... of course there are things that could be better, like if i could get out of the marines... sooner!!!! lol. sorry these posts aren't even close to the witty and unfounded humor of my older ones...but then again, no one ever reads this shit anyway.

-joe

The past week.

For the past week or so, my computer has been broken, leaving me without a way to write anything at all. Of course all the things that happen day to day slip away and next thing you know, you have no idea what you want to say.
I've been hanging out a lot lately, making sure i keep going to the gym, and watching what i eat. I need to get back into shape, i wish i never let myself go.
I bought a nice black shirt today, and i hope everyone who gets to see it enjoys it as much as much as i do. I don't really like the over all style but i guess for the most part it's okay.
Someone i cared a lot for the other day told me i can't talk to her anymore...which is kinda depressing, i knew life would go on, but i never thought i would have to sacrifice who i talk to. I guess life is just full of "surprises".
Other then that nothing to big happened. By the way i have a question to ask, whoever reads this. Is it a date to go out after 7? someone answer me that, because i don't think so.

-joe

How did this happen?

Funny really, how whenever you want to write something and you get around to it, you can never manage to put anything down. How does that work? i guess it is the mystery of all great writers...and I'm glad they never passed it on, then no one would ever think any literary work it worth while.
tonight of all nights me and a very old friend talked...it was refreshing, and luckily we both made it out alive. conversations like you well know, go one of two ways, either really fucking well, or so horribly wrong. if they do manage to go south, which you well know, there is no saying what people will say...or how they might mean what they say. emotion grabs hold, and takes you on a roller coaster ride from hell.
At least i was with a good friend, that way i wasn't torn down too hard...and neither was he. we both have a secret, not of course the same one...but the same one. and it kills us none the less. at least we can use each other as the life raft that keeps us afloat.
I sometimes wonder if the people that can do this to us even realize what or how they do it? if they did, do you think they would stop? or would they smile evilly, very similarly to how a snot nosed fuck burns ants with his glasses?
As the t.v. played some mediocrity in the background, and the wine ran dry we sat and talked for longer then i ever thought possible about that same thing we had talked about a million times before. It's not that talking doesn't work it's that even if you talk, and do nothing about it, it never gets solved.
Men unluckily for the sex, never do well backed into a corner in which women, the other species love to put us. they think quick, act fast and let emotion run through their saturated words. men on the other hand have what we like to think of as a defense against the woman enemy. ANGER, which of course leads to instability in the conversation, and of course is perfectly designed to hurt woman in their feelings and make them no longer want to talk about whatever they think is important enough to talk about.
I only could wish they would take the time to read this, and even though they won't know which friend I'm talking about... or which women i'm talking about, i think it's important on some level not to know...that way you can put yourself into the equation and see how the fuck you make out.

-Joe

Wait, when is Halloween?

Really? i guess i didn't pay attention to the date, or the month, everything blends together, except for the few exceptions that make my life worth while and fun. All of my friends are good, and my past affliction fades faster then i could ever realize... for the second time.
Everything seems to be going well for the most part, and that's pretty damn exciting. There is only one thing that seems to be bothering me now more then most... now that life is good, there just doesn't seem to be anything worth talking about. Nothing to hold these conglomeration of words together, no cohesion.
Well i suppose it could be worse, i have good friends and a fairly good life, and i can keep smiling as if nothing was ever wrong. There feels like something is on the way i just can't seem to place my finger on it, like trying to mold water with only your will.
Halloween is right around the corner, and luckily i won't be alone, my second family down here gives me good reason to smile. i hope they don't mind me to terribly much, what would i do without them?
People are odd, no one ever thinks they need people to make them happy... but when you run out of people to tell your secrets too and smile with, you realize you couldn't live without them. Similarly to how the world couldn't live without the sun. That's why i realize people make sacrifices to the ones they love, and the ones they care about. It' all worth it in the long run.
With so many more things to say, and no memory to remember them, which will require someone to remind me to carry a pad with me.
I guess this might be the most boring and uninteresting post of them all. Although I'm sure there will be more to come. Luckily for me, not so lucky for you.

-joe