Um.

Recently someone asked me about this here blog. They wanted to know whether I used it to bitch and moan and talk about what's wrong with the world. Now, I know I would never do that intentionally, but I'm going to make a personal outburst:

It's getting pretty fucking hard to keep my chin up. And not just up in the sense of, I'msosadIamkeepingmyeyesdownandthus,mychinhaslittleoptionbuttorestuponmycollarbone.

I mean, I may need a floatation device soon to keep me from sucking in water and drowning in some body of water somewhere.
Again.

This year, thus far, has been the craziest of my life, and I'm lashing out at everyone I know. If I update this blog, this bitterness will manifest itself in my entries, making it an absolute drag to read (and write, trust me). My internal pain is such that I cannot channel it into a creative pursuit. This has never happened to me before.

OKAY, YOU'VE GOT ME! I AM WHINY AND BORING.