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.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Entry Thirty-One

Why do some people always get their way no matter what?

I hate feeling hungry and nothing sounds good. I suppose one of the only good things about being sick is that you lose weight.

I now have a random canker sore on the side of my tongue. Near the back.

I love Supernatural, but I'm not sure how I feel about their portrayal of angles. Beings that do Gods will. They never see him. They have little mercy. They obey and if they dont they are smitten. Shown no mercy themselves. I don't really like it. But I guess I'll just have to sit through it for the season.

"I guess I just like being a pain in the pooper..."- Dean Winchester

I am quite ready to stop being tired and ill.

I could really go for some orange juice right now.

Oh technology, why do you hate me so?
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