avenged

Well, here goes something. I've never really understood these journal things. I mean, I don't find myself particularly interesting, so why should anyone else? I am not particularly deep or wise like Yoda, nor am I terribly funny or remarkably smart. So what the fuck do my bullshit thoughts mean on the grand scale of things? Not very much, I think. Why then do I waste time typing into this pink-framed text box hoping that some random net-citizen will stumble upon my words and actually spend their time reading them? Am I fighting a hopeless battle with anonymity and only leading myself ultimately to despair? By seeking the approval of strangers on my innermost thoughts and reflections, am I opening myself to scorn and derision? Am I heading inexorably toward the abyss of emotional collapse? Maybe...

Then again, maybe I'm just listening to too much emo electronic music. Damn you VNV Nation! You are the most bittersweet wine I know!

I think I need more beer and less thinking. Yes, that sounds excellent. More metal, more booze and LESS thinking.

Also, this pirate smilie is awesome. Now you need a ninja one and a :b: one.

:b: Cheers.