privacy

Something you may not know about me is that I keep a private journal. It’s a small brown spiral-bound notebook, cryptically retained through illegible script.

Though unattractive, the one bonus feature of sloppy handwriting is to a strangers eye, it looks like I've got a case of the Parkinson’s. Because of this, I reserve my angst and turmoil for my journal. Everyone has despondency and their own way of expressing, right? As for me, it helps to work out clandestine emotions on hush-hush paper in scribble fashion.

There once was a young yesterTim who would post passionate feeeeelings in a Live Journal, but since growing some chest hairs and becoming mature enough to realize that my affectivity isn’t anybody’s business but my own, I now attempt to keep volatile and exposing impressions off the interwebs.

But today, in exact opposition to my maturity, I’ve decided to share with you a past entry I’ve stumbled across in my private journal. ~enjoy!
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November 1st, 2007
I’ve been eating way to fast lately. I scarf food down faster than is healthy—really.

::scarf::::scarf::::scarf::::

I can’t figure out why I’ve been eating so fast; but, I did work out before rehearsal. I feel like I haven’t worked my chest—well—since Gold’s Gym in Amherst. What I need is a good gym, a good workout buddy—that would be nice.

I need to move out of my family’s house. I need an Apt in the city! I can do it, I just, I just need to proper place. Jan!? Feb!? March!? Should I visit Ali in two weeks via Columbus and Skybus? Detroit is only a 4 hour drive or something, plus the Dreamgirls are in Detroit. I got me a Cadillac, Cadillac car. I’d prefer not to go to Ohio ever again, for the rest of eternity and then some. Work is just giving me two days off becuz they owe it to me, yippie!

I have the following crushes:
1) I think his name is Tom—(he plays Algernon in Earnest)
2) Kyle (too aloof)
3) James (too smart)
4) That other guy (message him)
5) Ray (won’t ever call me)
6) Michael himself (eghad)
7) Everybody in the world
8) Yikes...