The End is Near .

I'm going to discontinue the website soon !!

Yeah justchillen.com
Journaling which results in peers shying up around me wondering if I'll write about them ;
the pictures of the ruined WRX screaming "this is the reason why Jeffrey is peculiar" ;
my thousand-something pages of personal data which spill my guts to any ;
and the direction I'm headed where I sit alone at the computer

–IT'S FUCKIN' DONE WITH

See, I've come to discover that this what I'm doing here publicly publishing so much of my life , it's no way to live. Making morsels of myself municipal pushes peers away leaving me at the computer-chair where I find myself not really improving my writing but instead ranting about everyday factoids and distributing information that will only serve to impress the eventual man looking over my resume when I proclaim, "I told you I wrote each day !! for a couple years !! there's the proof , stacks of pages !!" though not in any way advancing me socially in this world where I've made it pretty clear I'm not in-to the same things as the people I've palled around with previously. . .

I require new behaviors and routines.
For example I'll take an Art class soon.
And hopefully with Driving I'll have gained some tête-à-tête with those whom I've yet to meet.

Like I said, there needs to be more in my life. I remember the time not too long ago when the most beautiful girl who's ever come onto me—perfectly thin with perky tits , six pack abdominals , immaculate skin, etc. etc.—who I dimly advertised my website to—fuck!—and then next class she tried not to make eye contact

Two friends of mine stated, "You sound like a pompous asshole on your website. . . " –when I'm not so in person. . .

And I showed a copy of my Elegance the legitimate short-story creation (speaking from my fabulous and flamboyant side. . .) to the lass who sparked the idea through simply strolling by me one day. Naturally she was oh-so honored to have set me into such a trance—but after viewing more of the website, I assume, she wouldn't take my call because "On second thought I don't want to talk to him. . . "

This dot-com has caused problems in The Writing Center at school
And it's been a concern of friends and roommates

OH AND SOMETHING REALLY FUNNY HAPPENED !!

A few days ago when I set the index-page to only a list of my Soliloquies—with everything else inaccessible—the long-lost Love of mine Allyson tried calling me and eventually hit me up online. She was really nice , very sweet , hopeful for a future.

Ohh Gee can I take a hint ?? guys can I ?? What do you think that means ? plz help me!!
Wut do I do ??

And Dr. Gibbs said I need something else , something more. . . that if I'm going to sit here and play with the wonderland of words I should produce something more than merely a masturbatory session of dilly-dally material only pleasing myself with what intimate artifacts important to Jeffrey, and probably only important to Jeffrey, not benefiting a paying business or giving me any credit other than adding some height to my stack 'o' paper

Another thing: You've seen how I love muscle , yes? , strength to take with me wherever I go , making me powerful as a person , (o yea my body is still growing. . .) mmmmmm , I can't remember the last time anyone screwed with me , it NEVER happens , I love the attention , it's great , my body is a Corvette Z06

I pissed off a huge kid on a sports team at school—by calling him a faggot on Facebook for many to see—and with his analysis of me as a potential killer bearing more than enough strength he continued walking away retreating without making eye contact
That any many other events assuring me of a physical superiority keep me motivated
Needless to say I plan to do a li'l work at a health club once I need to get a job—in the not-too-distant future
There I'd like to start an in-house publication like a monthly newsletter with further content than you'd expect from merely a meathead
And someone I know had the idea of starting a online 'zine' about health and wellness
Like I said: Fitness and Writing, remember?

I need a fresh avenue of creativity.
Oh and did I mention I'm moving ?

Well it's funny I'm announcing this first to the web—and not yet to the roommates who've probably judged somethin's up—but I'll probably move on outta this Geneva St. house where another buddy has packed up his possessions to move in with a girl –I want to do the same and liven up a sweet single apartment also in the area with no plans on the Lady yet. . .

It's very big. It's really nice.
There.

With the coming of new surroundings for me to survey, and my moving onto what marvelous entities awaiting me, I'll scrap this website to the junk-heap shortly after my arrival to the new lovely locality leaving me only an option of volunteering with some student activities and the like
And I'll keep going to the gym
And you can forget about me the amateur who's spoken to your heart through only pecking at a greasy keyboard
Our memories will fade, are you alright with that?
But the text will be printed in hardcopy by a publishing center nearby so that I may keep these momentary mementos and sparkling sentences to show friends and lovers in years to come when I say, "Do you want to see how I started this successful authorship career ? "

Guh justchillen.com , what a layperson stigma

"Hay Boss did you see my post about the cupcakes ?"
"Excuse me Miss would you like to do an interview with justchillen—that's with a E—?"

This habit of mine will cease once I inhabit my new home or soon thereafter as per a Poetry II which requires Journaling . . .

jeff at justchillen.com