forgive me diary. i must confess...

i confess that i've always liked bruce springsteen. really. if you haven't heard the ghost of tom joad album, then i will understand if your forgiveness is slow in coming.

i confess that hiking and camping doesn't really excite me. i'm a lousy swimmer, i hate bugs, and i can't sleep on rocks and tree-roots. however, i do *love* laying down in a boat in the middle of a lake and lookup up and seeing the stars at their brightest. burnt marshmellows are pretty yummy, too.

i still don't understand if it's better to get paper or plastic.

religion and politics are still too difficult for me to swallow. but i understand the pursuit of happiness and i can paint an easter-egg like nobody's business.

i never know any jokes, offhand.

i admit that i have often resented my parents for never having more children. yet, i had a wonderful best friend in my mother. we sang songs together and cooked together and played video-games together. i was never really lonely at home except for that period growing up where parents are the oppressors. they made lousy oppressors. damn them.

i fear i've lost all touch with art and analogy and the greater meaning. but i think i've finally figured out how to turn off the auto-correct feature in microsoft word.

i confess that i'm afraid that i've forgotten how to be cute and sexy. homemade sushi and a blockbuster video card can take a relationship only so far.

i am still not a rockstar.