“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” – Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
… Also, I’m really bad at making decisions. While I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a blog for a while, it’s been an inner struggle to actually make good on it. What do I name the blog? What do I write about? It became a monster of its own, a fantasy and a nightmare… as if the blog itself said something about its writer…
Well, actually, that might be kind of the point. But it took me for-fucking-ever to decide on this thing. I had to consult many people in order to follow through (and to those of you whom I tortured, I am sorry).
And right now, I’m just trying to figure this out. Such as why the time clock is wrong on the interface, and why I’m currently eating cereal straight out of the box instead of going grocery shopping. There, again, are those tricksy life problems. (It is some tasty cereal, though.)
So why now? I have no idea. Let’s chalk it up to it being Friday, the 13th. My brain can’t handle much more.
I like the two big fluffy sheep in the background.
They came free. Like a package deal.