I thought I might start keeping a journal again. But unlike my previous journal, this journal does not purport to be an accurate record of my life. This is merely a place for me to scribble some thoughts, as I feel like doing so, and for other people to read them or not to read them as they feel like doing so. I wish to avoid the detailed recollections of each minute of the day that I used to find myself trapped in, and write the things I never wrote before. Perhaps it will be pretentious, falsely artistic, bad writing -- whatever. Go elsewhere if I do not please you, gentle reader, for the web is wide.
Please note (especially those of you who know me or think you do) that I disclaim any attachment of reality to these entries; I am fiercely whimsical and may say all sorts of things which I don't actually mean. Think of this not as a journal perhaps, but as daydreams and snideness and stream-of-consciousness and poetry and too much anime all blended together, and you may be better off.
The margin quotes are (mostly) not original to me. But thank you for asking.