So this morning during my commute I thought about what I was going to post about today. I was going to write about how my mood lately has been cycling between hypersensitive pissiness, unconsolable blueness, and drunken laughter and like how that's not very healthy, but the medium is out of my reach and boo hoo, shit like that.
But fuckit. I know having a personal blog allows me to use this as my own sounding board, but tripe about unoriginal heartaches and cliche lessons is boring and monotonous to write and I can imagine it's just as boring to read. And even if I'm drowning I don't like dragging the whole world down with me. (as if the whole world reads this dusty corner of the internet)
So see here, I've upated my music and my books, because books and music are good friends and we've not been speaking to each other much lately. The general atmosphere of this place will be whipped into a lighthearted froth. Now, you may say that this means I will not be genuine, that it's all an act, and what's the point of being fake. But those who know me know that "lighthearted froth" is exactly who I am so if anything this blog will give me the solace of being my old self for five minutes a day. Be grateful you aren't there for the other 1,435 minutes.
