Author’s Note:  This journal is purely fiction.  The product of the author’s imagination.  Any resemblance to actual persons (namely self) or events (that may or may not have happened) is entirely coincidental…  I’m just saying.  :-)

Date:  March 1, 2009

Time: 6:00 pm

I know that spring does not officially begin for another 19 days or so, but I am ready.  It’s been colder than usual this winter, and I could use some warming up.  Physically and mentally. 

Things have been pretty boring lately, so I decided to kick it up a notch.  I’ve going to give this personal improvement thing a try.  You know, become a better person, learn new stuff, and God help us, actually socialize more.

It’s not that I don’t like people, it’s just that my tolerance for BS is so low these days, I find that I can’t be in the presence of others for longer than 20 minutes before I’m looking for the escape hatch.  I think it’s because I’m spending too much time in the virtual world instead of the real one.

I am not even going to pretend that I have the desire or inclination to journal every day.  That is just not going to happen.  I mean really, what could be so different about each and every day?  I woke up, got dressed, hit Starbucks.  Ate a chicken sandwich at my desk for lunch while continuing to work. Whatever. 

Nope, this journal is all about my new adventures. Seriously.  I’m going to start having adventures, damn it!

To give this whole thing some weight, I decided to start with not cussing for a week.  Let’s face it, the F-Bomb is my favorite, but it can be a bit much when frequently used in casual conversation.  Starting tonight, I’m going to wear a rubber band and pop myself when ever I slip up.  Hey, I didn’t say this shit was going to be easy.  Just great!  See what just happened? I suppose I owe my self a pop of the rubber band.  I haven’t even put the darn thing on yet.  

Anyway, that’s my plan and I’m sticking to it.  Wish me luck.