lemonade, anyone?

ok. hi.

yeah, i’ve been neglecting you lately.  don’t be mad.  

things have been a bit chaotic lately, you know.  normally, it’s like this : when life gives you lemons, you make the best of it and make lemonade.  but for me, it’s more like this : ed is greedy.  ed buy a box of “apples”.  turns out it’s rotting lemons.  um, yeah.  oh well.  it’s self inflicted.  i guess i’m a sadistic fuck after all.

another reason is the lack of anonynimity (spell check has no suggestions on how to correctly spell this, and i’m really not in the mood to m-w it, so deal with it)that this blog offers.  some people i knew read this, and that’s fine with me.  its the rest that scares me.  i’ve already had to retract a post because of it, which, in all honesty, i did go a tad overboard with it.  but now i can’t write a whole bunch of stuff, because you all know nothing good ever comes out of my mouth.

but really, those are all excuses.  the real reason is i just don’t have anything to offer.  more and more i feel like a beaten man.  sleep deprived, tired and no way out.  everyday things just don’t offer any more funny, insightful tidbits anymore.

i’m not depressed, i don’t think.  i’m content, but not.  i’m happy, but not.  i’m unhappy, but not.

makes sense, but doesn’t, does it?