I have the kind of luck woth technology that would make you weep. Computers, phones, cars... they all just give up the ghost in my hands. It is obnoxious as fuck. SO. here I am, hammering away on tiny keys, squinting at a tiny screen, hunched over my smartphone farting out some journal updates...
Look, beloved Tortugaholics, if you're reading this I'm genuinely glad that you are! It's just that, Â I'm kind of convinced you aren't? I mean this is basically a message sent into the void, Â methinks. If folks are following my journals... say, you wouldn't mind commenting to let me know, wouldja? It'd mean the difference between toiling under Ronn's hurled insults to just get the journals done for some relief, and actually having a kind of dialogue with y'all- WHICH I WOULD LOVE. Dont get me wrong, if people/fans/friends are looking for my updates, I'm enthusiastic to keep 'em comin'. So, sound off! Who's out there?
