But I can't say I have a lot of regrets, whatever completely fucked up path I was on led me to where I am today. I'm not sure I would have met Bryan if I had not been with N. at the time. I'm not sure I'd be where I am now, with the happy suburban life, if I had not been where I was then.
The part that really sucks, is that now I feel I have to censor or edit what I write - there's a reason only a handful of in-real-life folks read this blog. So to erase entries or not to erase? I mention N in one entry - just one. I don't think I misrepresent the situation. But I admit, I saw that he was reading that entry, and thought ohgodohgod I have to erase that rightfuckingnow! But y'know, he's read it, the damage is done, and this is someone I have neither seen or spoken to in about 9 years. So it is what it is.
But it still makes me feel weird.
So, N, you've made about 5 visits here, next time, nut up and say hello.
So that's my weird little tidbit today. It's still cold as fuck here, I'm still fighting off some weird infection, and I hurt from my swinging last night. It's those singles with the 35# that killed me.
Alrighty, time to go pick up the kids...