motif

five years.
i've been writing about myself for over five years.
and everything i write is basically an echo of these four ideas...
1. i'm addicted to diet coke.
2. my family is crazy. but not as crazy as me.
3. i've unlearned all the punctuation rules i ever knew.
4. i want to quit my job.

i do.
really.
really really.
but the cosmic forces of the universe (or if you want to be more rational you could read "but my cowardice and complacency") always get in my way.

i should think about that.