Launch the wessel!!!

I've wanted to do this for a while now. Just have a little blog all to myself. A place where I can just not make sense. and Maybe just enjoy the thrill of typing, just cause it's fun.
I wish I could write as fast as can type. I love the.. the physicality, the expression that I get out of writing in a journal. I've lost count now as to how many completed journals I have packed away. From my first journal that I wrote when I was in the second grade to the actual beginnings of doing it daily some time during my junior or senior year. One of my favorites was written when I moved back to The Dalles in 2000. Those were some crazy times and my creativity in describing my adventures wasn't too bad. And some of my old journals are hard to read, literally and figuratively. My hand writing has never been great but it WAS terrible for a while. And going back and reliving stupid moves, bad choices and my occasional complete detachment from maturity and reality can sting a bit. Sometimes I go.... .. DOH!
But sometimes I just want to babble with my brain but I don't want to drag my feet with my thought because my right hand can't keep up with it's skills wielding a pen. I enjoy typing. I think it can be fun. and now I have this place where both of my hands share the task of conducting the oral avalanche of the garbage that is my thoughts.
Bomb, dude bro. Bomb.
Dude.