I'm not one for bullshit psychiatric diagnoses but I feel like shit... both physically and mentally. And it always happens this time of year. So maybe I believe in that seasonal mental fuckedupedness syndrome or whatever it's called.
Case & Point: I called in sick today. I'm feeling bored and kind of confused. I'm really glad to have kriss in my life. Everything is just a series of changes. Sometimes the changes come when you're ready.. sometimes they come when you aren't. Sometimes you aren't even paying attention at all.. and the transition comes free.
I feel like the challenges are huge. But I feel like without them it'd be lame. I hate how vague I'm being. I'm always so fucking vague. You know... I have no idea who actually reads this but I'm constantly filtering what I'm saying. Especially when it comes to personal shit. Maybe I should just write "Articles" like other blogs with proper grammar and interesting topics.
I'd like to write about whores and horses. Or online internet phenomena or whatever. Or even my ideas that I'm never going to actually do. :).
Bah. Fuck it.