chaos

You. You look at your caverns/tunnels and call it a home. I look at 'em and say, "Dang. This is huge! You've had way too much time on your hands."

I look at my world. Chaos and randomness abounds. This is where I feel most at home. You can keep your caverns if you like, I'll stay here with my craters and fire! The first home built with my bear hands is where my base will always remain.

Indecision

Okay. So, I've figured this out about me. I think I know what I want, but when I can have it, my not-caring and indecisive side takes over. Particularly with relationships. I'm no good whatsoever. Lately my head has been thinking I need someething more serious. I had it once, I didn't exactly run away, but I didn't run towards it either. My feet were rooted to the ground, not a clue where to go or what to do. I may be at that spot once again (I'm not sure), but this time I've got to do the work. I can tell that it sure ain't coming for me this time. Maybe once again it'll just slide right on past and I'll slide on down. Guess I'll try taking it one stop at a time again...

-Bob

Return of the Jerri?

Curisoity killed the cat...or so I'd like everyone to believe. A new semester at school, life's average. Sleep sounds good right now. Yeah. We'll see how this goes.