It's the calm I have a problem with.

I am entering a season of self doubt. I knew this moment would come. It was inevitable. If you were sailing on a boat to South America, and then swiftly turned for Japan without a significant number of tangible reasons, no matter how exciting the prospects, halfway there you will ask yourself: "what the fuck am I doing? This is crazy." My situation is a little more grounded in reality. I have a relatively reasonable plan, but the metaphor of the quite open and often unforgiving sea is still rather applicable. There is a good chance I could end up lost halfway in the middle of nowhere and have little idea of my bearing; praying for the sight of land on the horizon. But who knows. It could also end with riches, or I could be eaten by a kraken. The kraken would be a rather eventful end, and I don't think I would mind being "the guy who was eaten by a real kraken." Sadly, none of this will be possible if I can't even leave the fucking docks.

I have a car that is bad need of repair, a lease with no breaking clause that doesn't end until August, and a financial savings goal that I am quite short of. All of these thing keep bleeding into one another, as the 15k nest egg I am trying to save is really the only thing that will keep me afloat for the next year. My veritable "boat" if you will, and it's got holes in it.

There is a plan for all this, and I have been working on it. The biggest whole is the damn apartment, and it won't stop fucking leaking no matter how much chewing gum I jam in it, but think my only problem is that I just need to get better tools instead of just slapping on whatever random shit I have around. I need to hire some professionals and just take the hit rather then being stubborn and trying to do it myself.

Hrm... I feel better now.


So I hate ending so abruptly. Often I do this simply to vent and clear my head, and leaving in the middle of an expose feels like copulating during sex and simply rolling over to fall asleep. It's not my style. I like to cuddle after a randy romp, but just not with my Live Journal. It's a big whore, and I kind of feel like playing video games now... you knew what this was...

I'll call you,
- Shonnon

It has come to my attention that a great deal of my more recent developments have yet to be disclosed. I had intended to tell everyone, and honestly though I already did, but when friends start becoming suspicious as to why I was trying to sell them all my shit, I realized that I had been living a rather reclusive life over the past month or so. So for those of you that I informed in this way, I apologize, and for the rest of you, here is the deal...

I am taking the leap head first into photography, and I am leaving all nonessential obligations behind. What this means literally is that I am getting out of my apartment, selling everything that I can't fit into my car, and planning a vacation from my current employer that I may not return from. All that should be left is my camera, my laptop, my car, my Woot shirts, and my hygienic maintenance equipment. I might also bring pants, but I have yet to commit to the idea. Indecent or not, it is not only my intent, but my promise that every resource I exhaust will have been done so with the goal of perfecting my craft.

What craft that exactly is, I can't say in absolute terms. The camera has ended up being the tool I am currently putting focus on, but I am quickly starting to realize that I should keep an open mind. What starts with a picture could lead to graphic design, web design, or even personal style such as hair, makeup, and fashion. I may even end up an amateur electrician if I am going to put together some of the shoots I am planning. Regardless, I have to be at least willing to try my hand at anything that could complement my work, and I would be lying if I said I was anything less then excited about the prospects.

On a more abrupt and lighter note, I learned that my taste in women is much more similar to that of lesbian then a heterosexual man. Thank you Law and Order for this little moment of self discovery.

Putting it all together,
- Shonnon

They are my people. They are a group I often times forget I closely identify with, and group of people I often times forget I was raised amongst. They are a group of people who's need to express is just as natural and dire as their need to feed, and their passion always derived from some unique and/or subtle character. They are as simple as they are complex, and no matter how obscure, or talented, or narcissistic they may be, they all share one thing in common: they are artists.

They are a group of people that I want to refer to as we, but stake no claim in quite yet. It's not what I do. Blowing an embarrassingly large sum of money on tools might be a good start, but until I can pay the thing off with fruits of my artistic labor, I am just a hobbyist adding a few inches to is e-peen.

I'm off to a good start though. There are a million treasures in this town, and I aim to find them. But I am significantly limited by the hours in the day. Trying to learn how to properly operate a camera that has enough features to hack the Gibson is hard enough. Trying to self teach yourself Adobe Lightroom on top of that? Well... for those of you who have attempted to open an Adobe program and just "mess with it," I don't think I need to explain myself when I say that Adobe is as intuitive to new users as it is delicious.

I am not discouraged though, just challenged. Good things do not come to those who wait, but those who persevere, and I aim to do just that. Texas heat or not.

Sweltering,
- Shonnon

I walked into the Omelettry and sat down at the bar at about 1 in the PM; my camera dangling from my neck. I was in the mood for taking pictures, but also required breakfast, so taking pictures of my breakfast seemed like the best solution to my problem. My water was waiting for me before I even sat down, and all I asked to complement it was coffee. I glanced at the menu even though I already knew what I wanted, and ordered a Flamingo: Avocado, lettuce, tomato, sprouts, and mayo on a wheat bun. After finishing the first half of my sandwich, a fella named John sat down with his "boys." John was a working man. Probably a private contractor. Tattoos ran up his bicep, over scars, scabs, and hardened flesh, up into the sleeves of his black tee. Mostly likely from Huston or Dallas, settling into Austin some years ago looking for a simpler and kinder life then the one he used to wake up to. At least that is what I assume. Upon taking his seat, John kindly asked me to make some room for him and his boys, and I obliged. John then asked again if I could scoot over a seat to make room for his daughter who was arriving shortly. John said he didn't like sitting at tables. He liked to be up close to the staff and socialize with friends he had known for quite a while. I said sure thing. Having finished my sandwich right as his daughter arrived, I stood up to vacate my seat, and before I could reach for my tab, John pulled it away. With a puzzled look on my face I raised my hand in gesture, as if to signal before speaking, and John said "have a good one." Not being the kind of person to assume, I again tried to speak, and John interrupted, "have a good one." I approached John, asking his name. "The name's John," said John. "Thank you much John," I said "hope to see you again." John said, "you too."

This city fascinates me nearly every time I step foot into it. The procedure of locking my front door and turning to face the horizon is beyond cathartic knowing the possibilities of where the day could take me are endless. A stroll to the grocery store could lead to a conversation with a vagrant who thinks he's a superhero. A cup of coffee could lead to a house party filled with total strangers listening to traveling poets. Or a trip to the local diner could lead to a fella named John buying your breakfast. It has been a dream of mine to travel, and having not yet fulfilled that dream, I can't say if there are any other places in the world that compare to the very specific type of Awesome that Austin is, but do doubt that such places exist.

Knowing how to experience this town properly can be tricky though. It requires a certain level of acclimation, and even after two years here I am still acclimating. However, a trick I learned just recently is to make as few plans as possible and just let the city take you places. You usually, at the least, have to step foot outside your apartment (not always required), but that's really only make yourself more vulnerable to chance. From there, anything can happen. It's a totally different experience then what I am used to in California. Back home, fun needed to be organized and maintained. And most of the people that moved out here seem to fall into that trap. They have hard time getting out of the routine of planning parties and events with a very parsed and selective group of people. They don't realize that if you want to, you can just let the city take the lead. Mind you, every day doesn't end in magic. Sometimes it just wasn't meant to be, and level of uncertainty is necessary to maintain the value of the next experience. But if you can embrace Austin's more organic nature, you can consistently maintain an existence that is at least casually pleasant with a few surprises thrown in every now and then.

Pleasantly surprised,
- Shonnon

I really need to learn to review my posts. I have a bad habit of pretending any HTML I place is perfect by nature, much like one would regard their offspring.

Boy this economy. I wouldn't really be a proper blogger if I didn't at least broach the subject, but I am going to attempt to keep it light. In all reality, it shouldn't be hard, as I don't have much to really speak of in regards to how the downfall has affected me. It really hasn't in any substantial way at all, at least in comparison to the rest of the world. I have a stable job that I am in no worry of loosing, in a town who's really only taken notice of the extremely low gas prices. Many media outlets have commented on how Austin is "in its own little depression proof bubble," and it's very true. Texas as a whole has been rather resilient, and Austin exponentially so. The whole city is so heavily founded in family owned business and industry to the point of self sustained culture. While many have criticized on it's rather xenophobic approach to expansion and growth, if it were not for the extreme desire to maintain Austin's very specific breed of culture, it would have gone under just as readily as many other places in America. The hippies are saying "I told you so" after proving their economic policies actually work. It's actually kind of scary and comforting at the same time.

As for me individually, as much as I bitch, I am actually doing rather alright. While I feel a bit trapped in my current occupation, constantly tempted by a living wage and health insurance, I shouldn't be complaining... ever! In all reality, I am in a prime position to take advantage of the declining market and plan for a quite profitable future. A lot of shit is cheap. Shit that will not be cheap in two years. You don't really need to take economics to do the math on that. Perhaps you need to take a little algebra though.

Moving on,
- Shonnon

So I have recently gotten into photography. It has been an intention of mine to get into this particular artistic field, but I have lacked a certain 'doingness' necessary to make it happen, until now. Thankfully I have good friends who have been willing to lend me the resources I need to get started. It's a trial phase. I am supposed to be finding out if it's something I really enjoy before committing to a fiscal investment, but so far the camera has spent most of our affair wrapped around my neck, and without the sensation of a strap pulling down snugly on my collar I begin to feel slightly naked.

However, I will say that adding camera equipment to my previously noted attire is not helping to alleviate my previously noted issue. Not to say that will stop me, and for that sake, nor does really anything from just about everything that I, even for a moment, consider worth stopping.

Ever so slightly,
- Shonnon

I was at Whole Foods when it happened. Stacking my items on the conveyor belt, I was oblivious to what was about to occur. The young girl operating the register took each item across the scanner, - organic milk, cheese, and turkey accompanied by organic teas and produce - passing them to the bag man as fast as I could replace them. I was to busy trying to keep up, emptying my cart, not realizing that I was wearing a blue blazer over Levi's jeans, Converse shoes, and a snug shirt with an American Apparel tag tucked underneath the collar. I was too lost into what I was doing to realize that the white buds tucked into my ear and plugged into my iPhone would elicit the following reaction from the cashier: "What are you listening to?" she asked. I, having not put the whole picture together quite yet, responded with "Coldplay." At that moment it was as if a rapid crystallization had paralyzed time, holding the image still long enough for me to put the whole picture together. When I failed to hold back my smirk and giggle, she asked "what?" and I said "nothing. But thank you."

I am not enough in the know to categorize my profile, but I understand that it is some kind of variation of indie. I think the California in my blood and the iPhone in my pocket puts some kind of yuppie glaze of the whole thing. Probably a flavor that will remain until I find a multimedia device slash phone that is constructed entirely of hemp and other biodegradable products.

Never have I been a fan of labels. I use them constantly in my day to day. It makes things convenient, I feel. Allowing me to summarize the world easily as I perceive it. But the idea of being summarized to the same effect frightens me to no end. It's an irrational fear - absolutely - and only seems to make the whole problem worse. Trying to avoid a subcategory only vaults you into another one, and that 'trying' is really the apex of the whole issue. Do or do not... how nerdy of me.

More significant as of recent has been my latest stint into running. Those of you who know me are all too aware that I have done this before. They have experienced my adamant spite against smoking being replaced by a short lived passion for extreme athleticism. Sadly, those same people realize that my stint is just that, short lived, and like a season of Lost, will eventually end with no conclusion. I feel the same way. At this point it is not difficulty to loose faith in my ability to persist. It's really just a practical judgment based on a historical pattern less then it is some depressing predestination. While this time I hope I will be able to hold out longer, no one is taking bets, and they shouldn't until I have something to show for. No reason to have anyone else loose money on my potential failure. Better I own it for myself and make better on it in the future should it occur.

To take that to an up note, more stable motivators may be in place in the form of my broken gaming hiatus. Mirrors Edge turned out to be a great way of celebrating the ending of a month and a half long pact against gaming (yes I ended two weeks early). I was meaning to get involved with it before the new year came, but passed it up for what I thought were more favorable gaming prospects. Turns out it's really good. The game manages to pull off one long escape sequence quite well by keeping mechanics quite simple. Mostly all of the game aims at having the player traverse elaborate obstacles via parkour free running. This definitely seems to mean that most of the challenge of making this game successful rested solely in the hands of the level designers, but they clearly rose to the occasion. Artistically, the visual and audio elements help put the whole immersion package together, to the point where I am quite inspired to run three miles in full sprint after playing. The reality is a more casual jog, but the point is made none the less.

Lastly, this final paragraph, I feel the urge to do some explaining. It's been a few days, and my last post was clearly not one of pure body and mind. Not to say it was bad, it may have even been one of my better posts, but it was to far between this one. Things are going. Well or not, they are going. It means that progress is being made, but the coming weeks I do not anticipate being pleasant. I may once again seclude myself to myself to less favorable practices, but only the experience, trial, and outcome over tribulation will tell. Whether or not I welcome the challenge, I accept it and do my best to steady my aim. Recently I remembered that we all have control over our own existence, and as long as I hold on to that euphony I think I will be alright. After it's all over, I will let you know just how much control we actually have.

Jumping on faith,
- Shonnon

I have never done this while intoxicated. Not necessarily for any particularly ethical or practical reason, but more because alcohol was never in the vicinity at time which I was compelled to write here. There's a first time for everything, for sure. So to start, I think it's worth mentioning that tense and conjugation is much more difficult.

More over. What does that even mean. "More over." Since when did language get so caught up in the particulars of slang? How, in my current state, did I know to use a question mark at the end of that last sentence? Or that one? or that one...

This is challenging, but entertaining none the less. This state of fuzzy cognitive input is really the only motivation to write currently. So, I am just kind of riding it out. Perhaps the hour of the night is also having an effect on how much interest I have in a particular paragraph. This one no longer pleases me.

Watching the trailer for The Fall again. Hopefully good company will arrive as planned tomorrow so I can finally witness what has been called one of the most beautiful films of all time. I don't know if my perspective will be as blurred as it is now, but none the less I doubt I will be left unimpressed. It's been a while since I have sat down and watch something of a more cultural origin.

End Abruptly,
- Shonnon

Finished Snow Crash, finished The Road, and finished Watchmen. I am on a roll.

It's a gentle progression that is not without incident. Baby steps, but gained ground none the less. As long as I keep track of my progress I will have something tangible to hold on to. A product of my efforts. A record of goals accomplished. That, right now, means more then anything.

I have to keep up the pace as slow as it may be. Make a few acts of will when the motivation is lacking. It will be from time to time. To be expected. Part of the journey. A condition of the weather I have no control over. That's how this works, I think. The only way to find out is to try. Keep up the 'doingness.'

My ethics have recently undergone a bit of quake. A stirring up of sorts. That is also something that happens from time to time. Things have been interesting based on recent events. A new perspective. I am on the other side of things now, watching a movie I have seen before, but this time with the director commentary on. Hearing about how it all works. Listening to what the director was thinking. Understanding why choices were made to shoot certain scenes one way or the other. It's all very fascinating, and I am glad I have reached the point to view it with an open mind. Much easier to see all the colors when I am not already tinting the experience with my own, often limited color pallet.

Composing the whole picture,
- Shonnon

... that I love Austin?





OMG Awesome,
- Shonnon

I am stable, but artificially so. Propped up by a large variety of chemicals. Antibiotics, antihistamines, decongestants, anti-inflammatories... the list goes on. Add this cup of coffee to the mix and I will undoubtedly show up on a gieger counter. click, clickity, click click.

I make the effort for good reason. I need to. The windows of opportunity are always small, and such plunders are quite often times worth it. This beast definitely being the case, and the spoils in plane view; sparkling under clutched claws. One coin at a time I plunder. Careful and calculated I take only what I need, fearing the consequences of the dire action required to claim the whole pot. But that's fine, for now. It would be out of my nature to be relentless without first sizing up the foe. While there is justifiable room to criticize such an approach, I am still confident in my tactics. I see the flaws and accept them, preparing to switch my stance when the time comes and attack when I learn how to keep my footing under all circumstances. It is the way of my warrior.

The company is also getting better. Horizons widening to something much closer to home. Variety and all its so called spices. The heart was definitely a place of many faces and many places. The many walks of life that presented themselves in good friends and good family. It just so happens that more recent friends just also happen to be family. That's right. More then one Gourley in Texas. Quite the pleasant happenstance, and the much needed adventurer not thwarted by the fickle and superficial plagues of immobility. A pace that I may strain to run parallel to, but I wouldn't be out running if I didn't at least intend to gain some ground.

All considerations included, the cycle is changing. I feel I have a grasp on it regardless of the lunar calendar. Thinking previously that I could predict my perspectives based on such things was a comforting thought, but not a reality. Having done my research I realize now that it does indeed have an effect, but it does not rule me. I am glad to know now that such an assumption was mostly founded in the ridiculous. To know what I do and do not have control over is important. Best not grow tired struggling to move a mountain when you can simply walk around it; or if you are a bit more ambitious, climb over the damn thing.

That does still leave indecision to be the enemy. Immortal in it's quest to seduce those into complacency. Going up against such a combatant can be quite the task. Fear being its biggest weapon and most fearful strike. More or less so depending on the archetype, but always embedded
in the particulars. A trained tactician might tell you to see challenge in the consequence; to remain steadfast. Hopefully he also tells you to watch your step. That's the difference between the king and the fool. That no one has to say, but I am confident of.

Quite,
- Shonnon

Damn this infection. It has hidden itself in the inner sanctums of my body and returned for one last counterattack. Striking while my guard is down. Probably during smoke breaks. This time, however, I am prepared. Mobilizing my arsenal of vitamins, antihistamines, and antibiotics before it can establish a foothold on the beachhead. I am ready, and this time I will snuff you out.

Good excuse for reading though. Makes sitting and bed and lounging feel productive. Scratch that. Makes sitting in bed and reading while euphorically under the influence of NyQuil seem productive. Clearly I have been missing out on such an experience for quite a long time.

The night calls and the bed beckons. More after recovery.

On The Road Again,
- Shonnon

Facebook frightens me. It clearly knows more then I do, and expects much more from me then I am capable of. I am lured in with features, much like one is lured to a box of assorted chocolates, but I keep getting that nameless mystery flavor no one likes but everyone knows about. At this point, I am somewhat frightened to return, but it beckons... much like a box of chocolate that is able to beckon.

So the resolution has seen many holes thus far. Fucking Spelunky. God damn you Derek Yu for being brilliant. Not only do I covet your games and your art, I covet your all your talent. Hell. I'll covet your body too while I am at it. Think I am nuts? Or rather, more nuts then usual? Well then you quite obviously haven't checked his shit. And by shit, I mean "the shit," cause it's the shit. My only hope is that you all judge me less by understanding these are definitely special circumstances.

I repent by pouring my eyes into The Road: a book about a man, his son, and his gun traveling in post apocalypse America. Apparently they are turning into a movie with Viggo Mortensen about the scariest hobos on the planet. It was also pointed out to me that the cast list for the movie reveals some very interesting spoilers without actually really spoiling anything. Hopefully this gets me in the mood for reading No Country for Old Men before I see the move. Although, depending on it's portrayal of hobos, I may not be convinced Cormac McCarthy is a better writer the John Hodgman.

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-Lord Winston Two Monocles

Indeed,
- Shonnon

With Watchmen finished, I decided that my reading tonight would consist of my own Live Journal, and I didn't get too far before I realized: "Man... I am an asshole!"

That is all, =)
- Shonnon

I'm still here, I assure you. Not that you need assuring. I assume you have better things to do. I know I do. But alas, just in case, I just have a cold. A really nasty cold.

It's put a stint in a lot of my current priorities. I can't really go anywhere, so my frequent retreats to Epoch have come to a temporary end. That also meaning I have been totally bored out of my mind, so, reluctantly, I took a break from my resolution. I have no regret doing so. I already finished Watchmen, and the game was worth it. If you have yet to check out Crayon Physics, please do... you will be pleased.

Regarding Watchmen - what the fuck? Now, I know there are a number of things I still need to take in regarding the graphic novel. Very critical elements that speak for it's integrity, but I seem to recall that not a single person I had spoken to regarding Watchmen - and I spoke to quite a few. Just having the book on my table in public tends to illicit reaction - had even whispered a syllable regarding the sheer lunacy of it's ending. I am not going to spoil anything here, but for those who have read the series, I am pretty sure you know what I am talking about. I mean, I get it. It make sense. I follow the what, why, and how. It's just... I don't know... flat out ridiculous. Was there not another device that Alan Moore could have used to bring everything together and accomplish the same goal? I don't know... maybe it's just me. As I said, no one else even hinted at the ending being not all that great, but god damn if they aren't going to get a fucking interrogation by me as a result.

Really?
- Shonnon

"It will be beautiful, but it wont be a masterpiece" - Mike the Coffee House Patron (regarding the Watchmen movie)

"There's nothing worse then feeling bad on a really nice day" - Anonymous Coffee House Patron (regarding his own idiocy)

"If you are going through hell... keep going." - Winston Churchill (regarding hell... I imagine)

Making Sense,
- Shonnon

I think I finally see the end of the tunnel. It may just be the phase of the moon, or so my astrology reading tells me, but it would be oddly appropriate. I do find the cycle has an odd effect on me, and being someone that is open to many possibilities, I'd say I can work with that. Definitely much easier to keep track of then some more well known and less pleasant cycles.

Reading Watchman. Holy shit. Definitely something I should have picked up a long time ago. But on that note, I should probably have been reading a lot more a long time ago. Never to late for anything though, especially anything written by Alan Moore. Sometimes I worry about him though. The comic community is putty in his fingers, and while he has yet to mold it's members into anything that wasn't short of a masterpiece, at this point he could probably shit on a plate, sign it, and have it devoured within seconds by every comic hungry nerd on the planet. Again - and I emphasize this for concern over my own health against the rage of the internet - I has not done so yet, I'm just saying I got my eye on you Alan Moore.

Writing is also coming along well. Repeat encouragement from positive influences have kept me going, and kept me remembering that "the first draft of anything is shit" - Ernest Hemingway. It's also easing away my more judgmental nature, something I seemed to have directed a lot towards myself these days. Definitely a necessary achievement if I am to continue writing and reading my own work.

One of the only things I have left to do is end this horrid sleeping habit. I keep waking up somewhere between three and five PM, and I haven't seen the sun for the entirety of my brief vacation. Even during the work week I can't get my ass out of bed any earlier then two. It's starting to destroy me from the inside. I am a morning person at heart, but the love affair I am having with my comforter has become quite codependent. It needs me, misses me when I am away, and wants me to cuddle for just a few more minutes. "Just hit the snooze button one more time," it says, "you don't have to work today. Just sleep in for one more hour and then you can get up and make breakfast." Next thing I know the sun is starting to set. I am also pretty sure my neighbors and starting to worry why gospel music comes blasting out of my alarm clock every seven minutes for three hours every day. Perhaps I should find a new annoying radio station to wake me up in the morning. The Lord sure isn't doing a very good job.

This might be a good replacement.

Keepin it goin,
- Shonnon

Things aren't too bad right now, which means they are boring as fuck. No ridiculous emotional tangents to translate into convoluted expositions. Just coffee, cigarettes, and Depeche Mode.

This year seems to have come in relatively under the radar. Maybe it's a sign of the times, but one can never be to sure. In my case, I think I have just completely lost track of the time. One day just seems to bleed into the other at this point, each one leaving no credence behind that would indicate something significant happened.

It's not so bad though. The pattern is making it easier to keep track of things. I still itch to shake things up a bit every now and then, but the habit I am settling into is about right where I want it. I have so far kept my resolution going strong, and actually started it a few days early. It's already starting to become the only thing I really want to do. Trying to kill time while I am waiting for the laundry to finish it's cycle is hard, but there is always something I could, and should be doing. That and I still have a few bad habits that I allow myself to partake it. One at a time. One at a time.

The introversion isn't necessarily the best though. I still hate that I have spent almost two years in this town without branching out, or at least not in a way that doesn't end in mind blowing catastrophe. Not to say it's not entirely my own fault, but I have found it quite difficult trying to balance my priorities. On one hand I really want to start my art business, accomplish my writing goals, and start building a portfolio for game design. On the other hand, I have started a civil war with my penis, and I fear that the collateral will result in something so devastating that U2 will write a song about it. Henry Kissinger may have to step in during peace talks, and Christian Amanpour could do a three hour piece on CNN about it. She is a goddess by the way.

School might be the answer to that problem, though. It's one of those things on my list of priorities that I keep forgetting about, but end up remembering when I starting thinking of what I should be doing right now. I find I build the best relationships, romantic or otherwise, when I am working together with someone on some kind of project, and educational institutions tend to do a lot of that. My father always told me it was the ideal way to establish connections with people. It's the kind of environment that inevitably breeds feuding, but in a way that is over something much more tangible then superficial disagreements over likes and dislikes. When there is a common goal that is easy to focus on, and both are mature people who have the passion to meet that goal, they tend to find out what it takes to gain common ground with one another and get the job done. Or the decide what it takes is not worth the effort, and move on. It's also a good way to calibrate your judgment of character.

This is the ending,
- Shonnon

We are just as much creatures of habit as we are creatures of habitation.

Love,
- Shonnon