Hahah. Man, I totally suck. I haven't said a word since August? Well, nothing too much has changed. No, that's a lie. I moved. I am at school. etc. etc.
A lot of times, I feel very strange when I actually write things. I wonder why I do it. I secretly don't believe anyone actually reads any of this. But, I know I read what other people write. I'm just too shy to say anything to them. For example, I've been reading Quinne's blog for some time, and I wish there was something meaningful that I could say, but there really isn't. I'm a stranger. I just found Oubliette's blog, since she's on the front page, currently. I looked over her profile, and thought, 'wow, she likes all the things I like'. I mean, her favorite artist is apparently Leonard Cohen. I love LC. I like to read ferritbite's blog, too.
Perhaps, the biggest question I should be asking myself is this: I have access to a website full of pictures of gorgeous women, so why do I just like to read what everyone has to say? Strange times.
There's over a foot of snow on the ground where I live now. I like to go outside in sandals still. I wish I was smart.
A lot of times, I feel very strange when I actually write things. I wonder why I do it. I secretly don't believe anyone actually reads any of this. But, I know I read what other people write. I'm just too shy to say anything to them. For example, I've been reading Quinne's blog for some time, and I wish there was something meaningful that I could say, but there really isn't. I'm a stranger. I just found Oubliette's blog, since she's on the front page, currently. I looked over her profile, and thought, 'wow, she likes all the things I like'. I mean, her favorite artist is apparently Leonard Cohen. I love LC. I like to read ferritbite's blog, too.
Perhaps, the biggest question I should be asking myself is this: I have access to a website full of pictures of gorgeous women, so why do I just like to read what everyone has to say? Strange times.
There's over a foot of snow on the ground where I live now. I like to go outside in sandals still. I wish I was smart.
That might have been a lie.