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I created this journal some time ago to help myself break off from a pretty bad case of writer's block. It's here where most of my strangest thoughts will come in. Why do I post it online where complete strangers could see it? I don't know. I really don't. I figure if I plan on having my work seen worldwide at some point, I better get used to the fact that some people will not agree or understand what I say or think. Which is fine with me...

However, in the everyday world of me...

I work part-time at a Real Estate Office in Los Angeles. If you ever want to meet people who could be the result of taking Speed or snorting coke on a daily basis, find a local real estate office.

I went to film school for a year before realizing it was the biggest bullshit I'd ever dealt with. I have a real problem with people who are fake or have "sponge-like tendencies"...Nearly all of the film industry is like that. It's pretty disgusting. I bailed off that boat pretty quick.

I'm living with two roommates. I couldn't have been luckier when it comes to that. They're just about the nicest people you'll ever meet. Our daily homelife is almost always a good time.

My parents live in former-home Mississippi. My mother works for John G. Walton in accounting, and my father oversees a prison as the Chief of Security. My brother lives in Washington, D.C. where he is based in the military as an investigator.

I've never really been worried about my choice in career. Despite family efforts to make me see the sensible side of things, I just can't help myself but to disappoint them. I honestly can't imagine a life like the one most people consider normal. A well-paid 9-5...Go to the nice home with the manicured yard and nice yet quietly disfunctional family. Sleeping in the same bed as my husband who has completely lost interest in me; together for the kids thing. Only having time to wonder about life at the late hour of 10pm when I walk the dog for the last time. Does that sound like a good life to you? Not me. Unfortunately, I've found myself in a position where I just can't consider something like that.

What do I want in the end? What's my twenty year deal? None of the above, let me tell you that.

I'd be with someone because I want to be, not because marriage and law say I have to be. If things just didn't work out, no divorce and no nasty settlement. And if things did work out, fantastic.

Although I feel I'd raise wonderful children, I don't want kids. The world shitty enough for me to buzz by, but I'm not throwing a couple of new people in it.

My home? Ha. If I had anything to do with it, it'd be a big, beautiful house near the ocean (doesn't matter which one).

I'd have to have pets, but only two or something so they're easily cared for if I decide to go off on a trip.

I'd still have my friends now; the few whom I love and trust. Hell, Waggon and Vick would probably be living nearby somewhere. With a lot of cats...

I may not get all of this in my life. But I'm young, and these are my goals...Naive as they may possibly be.

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