Warning: The following contains items that may be inadvertently hurtful to certain people

Warning:

The following contains items that may be inadvertently hurtful to certain people on this earth. Keep in mind, it’s my journal. ~~My Journal.~~ And you can choose to not read it.

It’s not that I don’t have anything to say… I just don’t have much of anything INTERESTING to say.

I’ve been trying to meet new women online. Most are nice, but most don’t have a personality.

I drove 50 miles the other night to meet a girl. We got a long pretty well. She’s cool. Her 10 year old brother adored me. I taught him a few chords on the guitar. I don’t know which chords, though… I don’t know how to play the guitar.

But… 50 miles! *sigh*

Yet still, I am fixated on the anonymous person in my recent blogs/lyrics. I’ll tell you why, too. It’s because I don’t have a chance in hell. And you always want something you *can’t have* over something that you *can*. Murphy’s Law no longer. Now it’s Coz’s Law.

I saw her today. She looked absolutely stunning. She took my breath away! I stuttered and said hi.

“What’s wrong with you?”, she said as she gave me a swift elbow to my kidneys.

Later on, I told her. She thanked me.

Forever Endeavor… that’s all I’ll say about that.

Damn, I want my own law, now.