even though i love you

i have to admit that this takes away some of the pain.

to confess.

anonymously.

and i have to tell you about how i fucked up the job i had.

i misinterpreted. which is a big mistake, or it used to be, in my chosen life-persona.

Meditations

All this new fame has me wondering--why would anyone want to read this. And I have some ideas:

experience: I have some. Not exactly unique experience, but maybe that's a good thing.

Not totally clueless: I know a few things: been around the block a few times. Know a good romanian place.

Wisdom: I hate it . Think it's psychotic. It's like a horoscope or a fortune cookie. You recognize the truth of it after the fact.

Truth: I guess this is kind of confessional, and as we know from foulault (sp), that's a technology for truth-production.

Not entirely an attension seeker: this is anonymous and that counts for something.

I could go on, but don't want to tire you.