not quite finished...

i know why i make myself more complicated than i need to be :

i enjoy the mental exercise.

there, i'm being honest.

i need mental exercise. my life as it is doesn't provide me with enough, so i invent fantasies in my own mind, and for fun, believe some of them.

hooray!

it's easier than writing crappy fiction (so is blogging, for that matter!).

where was i, now?

oh yes. so, the question is, will i cut that shit out and simplify myself for the sake of those that wish to understand me - including myself?

they say you can't change people. my magic 8 ball says "ask again later."

plus nobody i know got killed in south central LA.
today was a good day.