Here comes little naked me

The title of this entry has a lot of meaning to it. First of all, I'm a helper, a saver, go-to guy, that person you call when you're in trouble. That's one way I interpret the lyrics in the song it is from. I don't listen to Ani Difranco, but sometimes her lyrics say things pretty well, even if i don't like the sound of her voice/music. Second this is a blog, secondary to my actual written journal. The difference? People *might* actually read this, whereas I doubt that, and partially hope that, nobody will ever read anything I thought to write down on paper. It's possible that things written here might show more than I show of myself normally - the naked me - uncovered, and blindingly ugly at times.