Paper Moon

It is a contradiction in terms, to complain about LiveJournal, and yet continue to post the deplorable sentiments on the darker side of difference, but this is due to the fact that I am utterly ignorant about handling Google's applications to fully move over to Blogger. I know it is simply a matter of transferring code, but I do not understand how to do it. No mind here for computer science, but I will soon have to clear my slate for three or four days, and resolve these issues, including cleaning up and/or reformatting my laptop, as I have lost my ads so the sympathetic among you can pitch me pennies, and there is absolutely no reason to stay if something is wrong with the Ad Sense application.

Mind, I do not have any intense feelings about LJ--I just have not found any writers here who click, who are on my same wave length, or even smarter. Other than certain communities, most other member journalists don't engage me as a reader, although I am obviously supportive of the disabled community that exists, but they cannot help me, insofar as I know, and I cannot help them. Not really, not anymore. I am tapped out, first and foremost, in part, sinking, though I do try to resist indulging the fact that I am in pain, at least directly, and political ideology does not seem to have any solutions for me. I disagree with the ACLU, for instance, on certain key points, like gender equality, and their protection of the far left, specifics of which will be left for another day, but vainly hope to deploy them, simply due to the fact that I am too poor to relocate myself out of Riverside on my own accord.

I scanned Yahoo Trending about the suicide of Robert Kennedy Jr's ex-wife, and I have more reasons in the field than Spalding, or David, and Mary too, to consider early termination, but I am too angry to imagine those who know me saying "how sad," and a certain defiance, as well as a co-mingling of lethargy, and my still mewing desire to salvage some kind of achievement, this has held me back, but by the same token, I need to bring some kind of change to the fore, because my strength is not superhuman.

Ryan O'Neal discussed Tatum's antipathy to his relationship with Farrah , and I see this as something quite normal in relation to father daughter dynamics in a broken home. With a name made actor like O'Neal these typical bourgeoisie issues are somewhat inflated by Tinseltown glitter. My relationship with my father's other women, especially my stepmother, was fraught with conflict when not absolutely ice cold, and this is very middlebrow, pedestrian, not quite high enough for A-list scandal status, such as swirled around Tiger Woods, and the dent that his marital splintering had on the fact that others depend on his image for their livelihood.