I hit a bump. Not literally of course, more like a bump on the highway of life. For someone whose life’s been filled with disappointments and letdowns it’s amazing how I still deal so badly with issues like that. You think I’d be used to it by now and take it like a pro, but nooo… I’m all sad and mopey and depressed like I’m about to slit my wrist or something. It’s incredible really.

So I can’t talk about the actual issue because… let’s face it, there’re some things you don’t want the whole world (or the two people that read this) to know about. Bedside the other people involved wouldn’t appreciate people knowing their business. So how about we file that under ‘undisclosable-downers’ (a.k.a. ‘things we don’t talk about’).

I think I’m going to be gone for a while; I’ll be in mourning for that which should have been but never was. I’ll probably cry for that which has been deferred and if I get depressed enough I may have to find painless ways to kill myself, so I may be a while.

I hit a bump, maybe it’s the universe’s way of slowing things down, maybe it’s for my own good, maybe it’ll make me a better person, maybe this way I’d appreciate the glory better because it didn’t come easy, maybe Ben and Jen will get back together and be godparents to Liza (Minneli) and David’s baby…

Maybe the sun will shine tomorrow and hell will be but a distance memory. I hit a bump and… ouch! It hurts!

PLAYING: White Flag - Dido

READING: Diary: A novel – Chuck Palahniuk

WATCHING: Threat Matrix

QUOTE: “I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,