I have one question...

[datahawk]

How did I end up here?

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[drfgeek.livejournal.com]

Where is "here"?

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

here is where I exist

[sylverfox.livejournal.com]

You see, mommies and daddies have certain... feelings for each other...

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

I ain't got no daddie, you knows this

[moiracoon.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I've been having moments weeks like that.

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

Me too, hence the post.

[werellama.livejournal.com]

I've been asking myself that very same question.

I think it's time for us to steal a car, fill it with booze and whores and drive to Vegas.

[linnaeus.livejournal.com]

Send me a postcard, and be careful around cliffs.

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

They better be cute whores.

When are we leaving?

[sockscatt.livejournal.com]

How many times must I live this tragedy
How many more lies will they tell me
All I want is the same as everyone
Why am I here, and for how long

And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare

-Eyes Of A Stranger Lyrics
by Queensryche

[fuzzbear.livejournal.com]

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

[artyskox.livejournal.com]

Several years hockey obsession, even longer furry pron craze, sex, mucking, marriage, an infatuation with a certain director, kissing girls, a dozen trips to rocky horror with a side of ren faire and carbon leaf. Mix it all together with some of the most fucked up friends (some in a good way.. some in a bad way) and you've got a datahawk.

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

Thank you, you made me smile.

[emrldgirrl.livejournal.com]

I love you, that is all you need to know.

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* You are sweet and I'm lucky to be with you.

[infintysquared.livejournal.com]

I dunno about you, I took the Red Line el too far and wound up in Kenosha.

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's a damn fine feet. I think mine was a cta bus to mchenry tho...

[wiktowasichu.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure you drove there.

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

I could have hitchiked. Grr. grr.

[snow-kitty.livejournal.com]

Actually "here" doesn't exist...this is all a figment of your imagination. *does the wavy arm twilight zone thing*

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

Good, that makes me feel so much better.

[woodychitwn.livejournal.com]

Obviously you just took a wrong turn at Albuquerque...

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

damn it, I was TRYING to get to albuquerque....figures I'd get it wrong.

[rennie-frog.livejournal.com]

Are you having a "This is not my beautiful wife, this is not my beautiful house" moment/week/month??

I have those moments... Sometimes it helps me to think about where I thought I'd be, and how I feel about those dreams now...

[datahawk.livejournal.com]

yes, I am having one of those. I think it's gone beyond month now tho. I don't even remember exactly what happened to catapult this statement. but it was pretty close to an, I hate my life kinda moment.

No, I don't try and think about the dreams I used to have of where my life would be. It kinda upsets me. There are parts of my life that I would have never expected to be as good as they are (I have friends and personal relationships that I couldn't fathom being as wonderful as they are) and there are other parts of my life I thought would be better.

When I was a dumb kid I used to dream of getting married and having kids (yes I was a kid and it was mostly prepubescent times) but my thoughts were all fantasy. The reason? I believe in reality and I know reality is far different then what I dream about in my head. And I still have those perfect kinda thought (mostly about being on the enterprise, and being with Data. Yes I am a sick fuck) As with most of the things I truly want in my life, they are all fantasy that will never be fulfilled.