So this is my first entry. Alot different than those conventional books with the little locks on them. I feel like I need an outlet since I don't have a shrink. They are such a waste anyhow. What can I say? I turn 30 next month. When I was a teenager, I thought 30 was so old. I expected to be more mature by now, smarter. I dunno. When does the adolescent (did I spell that right?) confusion end?

At least it's October and I truly love this time of year. It's when I feel most content or maybe just subdued. Calm. I wanted to name my first daughter Autumn but she was born in Dec. so, that just didn't seem to work. I love the way the leaves change. Maybe that's why I like it. I feel like it's a chance for me to change. Mature maybe? Oh hell who am I kidding, by the time I mature I will be senile and no one will have noticed. At least I don't wear my Beavis and Butthead T-shirts in public anymore. Well, this was fun, I think. I'll write my first novel here. Memoirs of me.

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