2003-09-14

This is trippy.

I have had a bad week.

My boss discovered my diary earlier this week and "did not like" my venting of issues being posted online. That's putting it delicately.

I have no doubt that my 3-year-old journal would be carefully combed. In terms of work, I'm not bothered. He found the 6 entries over the past year in which I did speak negatively (in my opinion, all other references were humorous). Six was enough to fuck up a career and take down a mind-centering journal.

Thus, the home of my head is now locked.

I�ll try not to read too much into that.

My true reason for moving is that otherwise he could read all the bullshit that I find makes my life interesting. Did kitty spit a hairball? Did I wear my jeans 7 days in a row? How hungover was I last Saturday? Not to mention those questions of years past like how often did I get high? Who did I hook up with? Etc.

I am greatly saddened to move. And I didn�t even have to get off of my ass.

But if I didn�t, I�d eternally censor myself. And that�s not the point of this goddamn place. I�m here to entertain myself. First and foremost. The reason I write my entries is to read through them later and smile.

And I do. Usually I do.

Admittedly, sometimes I actually talk real and reveal�things. It happens. I guess I am human.

I signed up for the user name assfactory. Cause that�s how I feel. But then I logged in and it said "Hi, Assfactory!" That's when I thought twice.

As I type, I have no username. I�m floating, folks. I�m invisible.

Anyway, a few changes will occur. No name or place will ever be posted accurately. And I�m gonna try capitalizing for a while. Personally, I find it a great nuisance, but I admit it does make things easier for the reader. Which I am. Too. Like I said. Yeah.

I hope you stick around with my through this turn. I love you guys for being so good to me, and I love this venue as a place to spew. So thank you and come back sometime, okay?