There is nothing that must be said here. Sometimes this particular boy's attempted voyeurism-O�-self-in-textual-form may even end up being about parenting. In this case the full-time-fatherhood-single-parenting of a now five and a half year-old young man who is indescribable/wonderful/terrifying/ and, oh-so-damnably loved.
Other times this may end up the locale to just blow off some unused verbiage for the sake of happy blather.
But either way, I am a never-before diarist -human on my very first DiaryLand entry (and why do I really want to spell this site �dairyland? �Visions of growing up in Vermont and fields of Holsteins OR a sporting arena of 70K or so Wet-Nurses waiting to blast forth at the cry of a babe are dashing through my somewhat-thick� Ah, forget it].
It may also be my first time for honest to Christ on a Frigging Pogo Stick *Introspection.* [Shudder.]
But then, I am a boy and happy with my Y-Chromosome-related damage.
--DaSauce
