I find my self staring blankly at my empty moveabletype entry screen searching for inspiration something to move me. I find plenty thats moves me in one way or another. But not the ways I'm looking to be moved. So I sit and search more. Part of me wants to put every last detail about whats going on with me up and out there. But its only part of me that wants to do that. There are other parts that don't. I value my privacy a great deal. But I also want to try and show people that may or may not know me something beyond what they think or know of me. So i often find my self in a slight moral delema of chosing to sharing the details of my life and the others around me or not. What a tangled web i seem to un wittingly weave for my self. I never thought something such as this could complicate things nor be a source of comlications.

3:19pm: There are some newer pictures up...