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, April 2, 2009

Entry Fifty-Five

Thank goodness for outlets.

I am a little annoyed at people who talk on their cell phones in the library. Especially one that has a no cell phone on policy.

"Oh, you don't always die from tobacco. Sometimes you just lose a lung. Oh, you don't always die from tobacco. Sometimes they just snip off your tongue. And you wont sing worth a heck with a big hole in your neck. oh, you don't always die from tobacco."

I really like that commercial.

Is that language really necessary? I don't think so. I cannot stand it.

Editing is hard work.

That is all I have to say.

Also, it is good to see old friends but weird when you had a dream about them recently.

What is my real life going to be like? How many times can I ask that question?
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