May 4, 2003
I finally posted my diatribe on Patriot II, or rather, the diatribe's introduction. In response, he asks me questions I am unable to readily answer. I can't remember the last time a topic at all meaningful to my life surfaced upon which I didn't have a ready opinion. He has no idea, I'm sure, how much I absolutely groove on that - being asked to open my eyes to new questions. My mind ponders other questions whose answers are best left alone. I have otherwise given up on males; apparently I cannot distinguish between men and boys until its too late.