this has gotta be my third blog address here at blogger. the first two met the pitiful demise of their author's lack of nonchalance and long term user-account-password memory. i get a knack out of starting things and leaving them undone. in my mind there's so much i wanna do it feels like they'll outrun me. in the end i'm tagging with me a set of a dozen things ive started and none that i've finished. it's very frustrating you know. but the most frustrating of it all is knowing that you're really just doing this to yourself and no one else. you're the product of your own pitfalls and there's never gonna be anyone to save you from yourself but you. ah, there's something we've all heard before!

so why did i decide to make yet another one? they say 'three' is the number of fullness. religious-wise its the number of the holy trinity and that that same two-squiggled line on top of each other is supposed to be considered sacred. i actually ran a search and all this spiritual, mother nature-y and supernatural voodoo flew out. creeepy for a bunch of crappy excuse. soooo i'll keep it simple. my last blog was about two years ago and well, since ive been planning to go back into writing again and some people have been meaning to link my inexistent blog site, here i am. yes. to cut the long forlorn story short. i just made it. i'm rooting up for blogspot's leniency for fools such as i.

ive been writing notes on facebook since its the site i've always frequented. technically most notes there are about tagging for your "5o firsts" or "10 most", not quite the best zone for blogging. its weird to be seeing your entry on top of "how gay are you" or "you're a skanky, bitchy, skank of a bitch". believe you me, such notes do exist. which seriously makes you wonder about the degradation of society's lucidity. so, since it's been established that facebook really isn't the venue for private thoughts, i've decided to pack up and appeal for a third blogsite in the same place where i've already left two orphans.

facebook can be such a circus most of the time. my brother and dad and mom is there. every other person i know is there. even people who ive never met but who claims to know me. really. its freaky how people communicate these days now when you're really under the same roof. last night my mom messaged me in facebook and said, "that's enough, dinner is ready" like she was coming from another country. yeah, i know it's creepy these days when the only way you can get through to each other is with eyes wide open and mouths closed shut.

ahhh.. my plate is screaming from behind me. i better save it before it cries and smudges all the ink. that'll be a bloody mess. this entry is actually just a breather so i can snap back from twilight zone. man, armi's hypnotizing keys just goes deep under your skin.