What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Entry Fourty-Five

Again with the vomiting because of Smallville.

Yes Lana, touch the Kryptonite and never be able to see Clark again! YES!

We get to see the brothers when they are young!!! I am really excited.

Hm, that makes me think of x-files. The black oily stuff that turns you bad.

Young Dean is hot and young Sam is short.

This kid is perfect. Both of them are. Aw, look at his eyes and his little boy tough guy act. Man, I live this show.

"The whistle makes me their god."

"Yeah, nice shorts."

Oh, this is so not over.

This is definitely a favorite. Easy.

I want to see Push.

This guy is still doing Chevy commercials?

What is this entry about?

He totally just wailed on him.

He should feel a little bad.

Wow, it's really funny that they are playing a really suggestive song for a kids movie.

It's over!
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