dear lesson learned and disaster avoided diary,
i have little spies that work so hard for me and a prison keeper that keeps me under lock and key. at times i think i have some kind of mental defect and then other times i read the DSM IV and cant find anywhere i belong really. i want to belong to some club- and someday i prolly will, but not this one. not this time- distance drawn and mileage counted. now i have my tail between my legs again. i'm laughing at myself, but not for why you may think. it has long been known- YOU CAN LEAD A WHORE TO WATER BUT YOU CANT MAKE HER DRINK.