I live for the women in my life. I wish I could make every single one
feel uniquely special, and all of that. Hell, I probably could,
considering I don’t know that many.

I need something to center my life on,
even if I only center on it for a few years; I desperately need
something to focus on, someting I can take serioiusly and enjoy and get
paid fat stacks of cash for.

I still want to join the Army, and I’m still not taking definite steps
to get myself in. Every time I seem to be making progress, I get
sidetracked and I end up finding myself further back on the path.

I’ve got that warrior’s spirit in me somewhere. I’ll be able to unleash it some day.

I’ll probably I want to die a heroic fool.