97% and counting.

It has been less than 24 hours since my previous post, and yet I still find myself regretting posting it. I will admit that I am not entirely sure why -- I'm not exactly wild about the thought of someone coming here, finding that, taking exception to it, and getting pissed at me. That being said, I still think it's true, and those are indeed the exact sentiments in that were in my head when all subjects were initially brought up.

Will be honest. Has little to do with feeling like what I was saying was wrong, or that someone close to me will make my life more difficult for what I wrote. I don't mind repercussions so much as, well...

I don't know. I know it doesn't happen very often, but in some way, I think we owe to our friends, all of our friends [at least the ones who aren't douchebags] to not call them on their shit. It seems like a minor, but ultimately important courtesy to extend.

So I'm going to think on it for awhile. There's still some time before I announce this url, and take the blog "public"... And if I decide before I do it that said previous post is just going to be like kicking a hornets nest, then I might just delete it before that. Who knows... after a couple of weeks of no one knowing this is here, I may have a lot of posts to do that with.

That being said, if it seems insignificant in that same amount of time, but you do come to it, and it does bother you... then I apologize. As a friend, I don't think I should be the one calling bullshit on the way you see the world, a courtesy I'm sure you'd extend to me. And even if not, well, then it was still uncalled for.

Now, can't wait until someone finds this, and blogs about people who bitch, and then apologize for bitching.

Other news... there isn't much. Did not write today... did not even log what I could laughably call "conceptual hours." Still trying to decide what to do next, both as it concerns to writing, and possibly real employment/moving out. Occurs to me that I should do a profile, and I'm thinking also a mission statement for this blog. Calling it "The Mojo Wire" is sort of loaded, and I feel the need to explain myself.

Talked to Anna for a little bit today, about Mercedes Marxists and Arthur Miller.

Went to get pizza today, also did massive loads of laundry -- likely the reason nothing got done, errands tend to throw off my flow. Perhaps tomorrow will be better. Find it odd that I feel that way. Would describe myself as depressed, but find myself with this overwhelming feeling that after sleeping tonight/this morning, something about tomorrow is going to be better and okay.

Shalom