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I have a lot to say, but I can't say it coherently right now.

Sorry. That's the big thing.

I need time. More later.

Checked my email for the first time in a week today. Only read 4 out of 176 messgaes. Too many. Sorry about the backlog.

Haven't opened Facebook in a long while. Sorry about that too.

Didn't do enough here either. Sorry about that.

I need to just go away and stop hurting everyone I love. Am I strong enough? Nope.

Enough of this emo shit for one night...


MiracleASSassin

Aaron Shurtleff uses this area as a dumping ground for his random thoughts... Read more »

24-VI-2019 or Your move!

So, some of my co-workers (though technically subordinates, but I hate those kinds of terms) went digging around on the interwebs and found me here on Funeratic. They said I should write more blog posts because they are great. Ok. Go »

21-X-2008 or Hello, Facebook!

I got bored, so I now have a Facebook profile. It's pretty bleak, but I might work on it from time to time. Probably not, but you never know... Go »

19/20-II-2009 or Guilty Pleasures

Man, I feel like I never really post anything anymore. :( Fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, the wife is out of town (as usual), so I'm going to try to post something. Not that I really have anything to say.. Go »

15-II-2021 or Not Gonna Do It!

I feel like every time I return after a long absence, I say I won't do it again. I will try to be a better friend/person. I have learned the errors of my ways!! Go »

27-X-2009 or Linking For Great Justice!

This should be the link to Iceland pictures. If this doesn't work, I'll have to send the link through e-mail, which would involve getting e-mail addresses for anyone who wanted to see pictures. I think the pictures are not worth the anxiety of knowing I have your e-mail address, but we shall see... Go »

4-XI-2008 or Historic Vote

Well, I just voted. I have to say this is the first time that I have been totally regretful as I walked out of the polling center. Even now, I have a pain in my stomach, and I'm wondering to myself, "Did I do the right thing?" Go »