Despair is muy macho.

It's getting harder and harder to stick to my principle of not writing negative posts.  In point of fact, i'd have to say i've broken it already.  Yeah, yeah i have.  i guess principles that are covered in dust aren't all that sticky.

Good thing it's a principle and not a law.

But here's the rub, a phrase i have no blinkin' clue as to the origin or meaning of, as a christian, i have the answers, i have the Way, i have the faith and the hope in a risen savior who is for me.  i am free, i am loved and gosh darn it, people like me.  Well, a few.  Does my mom count?  Never mind, she wouldn't count anyway.  The point is, all these things are true and yet... everyday is a featherweight bout with despair.  i realize it sounds better to say, "heavyweight" bout, but i don't come close to qualifying for heavyweight.  i'd be boxing the cobra-quick little latinos with all the tattoos.  And lately, losing.

And that's all i got to say about that.