It feels like forever since I last wrote an editorial...rightly so, it has been roughly a month. I wanted to write something, but I was hard pressed for ideas. So, pull up a chair, put your feet up on the ottoman, sip my mother's cocoa as I tell you the story of Juan Carlos and his rascally band of drobjabbit catchers.

I am just kidding...but wouldn't that be funny if I had a story about some nonsense like that? As it is I am stuck to telling true stories about some woman who jumped onto the hood of my car screaming, "I wanna die...I hate my life!" That is actually a true story...contact me sometime and I will tell you about it.

No, I suppose today I would like to speak about what is on my mind at this point. I have been thinking...not actually dangerous as some people may have heard or assumed. What I have decided is that I hate thinking. Everytime I think, I draw some dirty little thing up into my consciousness that I suppressed for a reason. That reason: I don't like to think about it. These things depress me. I am sorry if this is not the funny, cynical or annoyingly over-the-top editorial you were looking for, but that is just not the mood I am in.

I have been thinking about this girl lately. I have "liked" her for a while, and all this time I have suppressed how I feel. So one day I tell her how I feel, and it isn't even the fact that she said she is not interested now that eats at me the most...it is the fact that she wouldn't even tell me if there was ever a chance for us in all the time that I have liked her. So now I sit around thinking to myself, "Have I been wasting these years on nothing?" Probably, that is what life is about right...I figure she won't tell because it isn't good news. That is pretty worthless.

Love is depressing. Love is bright. Love is intricate. Love is simple. Love is short. Love is long. Love is worth the work...sometimes I am pretty sure that love is like a rescued dog on it's death bed: not worth the work, because it will suredly die before daybreak. But still I press on for some unmentionable reason. I need to figure out how I can kick myself in the nuts instead of letting women do it for me.

Oh yeah...I wrote a new story...find it here.

Thanks for stopping by...I know I sure enjoyed it!

-Luke Snyder