Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
I hate those times when I have nobody to think of when I close my eyes. I don’t feel like imagining someone who doesn’t exist, don’t feel like dreaming of an unattainable icon, and real people are so disappointing, imperfect, unreliable and… not worthy of me. Yeah. Oh, a big sweet dog lying next to me on my bed sure would be nice, but those things stink and require too much maintenance, and I’m not in the mood for concessions. And, at least, I could have projects to think of and look forward to when I go to bed. But I don’t either. What a nice autumn this is.
Yes, I know I’m repeating myself. But at least I’m blogging.