|I'm still here
||[Dec. 1st, 2013|09:22 pm]
Chris E. Caldwell
And I'm still queer, hey.
I guess this place is just about dead. I no longer journal. I have many empty leather bound books my mother put in my stocking for Christmas. maybe they'll be filled someday.
i do: write, perform, and work-- and those things are intrinsically combined, swirling together in this bath I've made for myself.
But I saw this place, and noticed that if I didn't write something before the end of the year, it'd be the first time not doing so since high school, so I figured why start that tradition of blankness?
So here it is. I honestly wish I could write more in this moment, but I'm not sure of the security features on this damn thing and there actually people in the interether that I don't want reading or discovering this earlier version of myself.
I will say this. I'm really happy I'm still giving the dreams a go.
Person Of The Day: John. He doesn't know this, or really know me that well at all, but I had a dream about him last time and it was very strange. We were corralling around his (and perhaps my own) workplace.
Runner Up: My parents, for a fun filled weekend in the bay. Erin, for being very special.