edison_battery (timdeagan) wrote,

Is this actually a journal?

No. I just want someplace to write down and share my memories of a recurring theme in my life. Disgust. Not with my fellow human beings, nor with the state of our political system (I'll write about those elsewhere.) I'm talking about pus, puke, decomposition, rot or toxic chemicals. For some reason the universe has decided that, despite my life-long above average hygiene rating (validated by three girlfriends and a wife,) I am to have repeated encounters with ick.

I hereby promise to be infrequent, unresponsive and inattentive. Cheers,

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