1. Loose fragments or grains that have been worn away from a rock.
2. a. Disintegrated or eroded matter (as 'the detritus of past civilizations)
b. Accumulated material; debris ("Poems, engravings, press releases--he eagerly scrutinizes the detritus of fame." -Carlin Romano).
So, in keeping with the title, this diary promises to be, and to have been, my often disjointed views on....whatever, plus some notes to my family who is also [occasionally] on here (lj).
Hi. I'm crazy Jane.
I'm not really Jane.
I'm really crazy.
I'm not always happy.
I'm not always sad.
I can be cute.
I can be tough.
I'm clever.
I'm insecure.
I'm funny.
I'm arrogant.
I mean well.
I'm mostly pessimistic.
I'm working on that.
I'm a dork.
I'm okay with that.
I don't like everybody.
I'm nice to them anyway; they're only human.
I don't hate anybody.
I love my family.
I love my friends.
I am constantly at odds with God, but I try to love him, too.
I'm running out of things to say.
I'm going to let you read my diary now.
Someday I will think of something very clever to say right here.
I am 55% Punk Rock
The intelligent punk. Tuff and Smart. I may be able to maintain a train of thought long enough... What the f*** was I talking about?
