First entry.
Only took me oh, eleven months?
I'm bad at blogs, hopefully I'll improve, for everyone's sake.
I'm currently:

• Writing long, excruciatingly meaningful, awkward letters (well, e-mails) to people I only know through the internet, in an attempt to prove that you don't need to know someone intimately to share intimate things with them. Shall report on results at a later date. I have high hopes.
  
• In possesion of royal blue and hot pink hair. In possesion? That can't be the right word.
  
• Shirtless, because it's hot (yes, even at 1am), and my t-shirt has Heath Ledger on it (10 Things I Hate About You) and it was temporarily unsettling.
• Utterly, completey and totally -over- the harsh, ugly media rape of the aforementioned's death. Come on, guys.
• Listening to Arcade Fire. Mmm, gospel influence.
• Possibly at some kind of revolutionary crossroads in my life. Maybe.
• Cripplingly lonely.
  

So please excuse me if I pretend in my head for a moment that you love me and I love you.


I want to write and write and write, but the words won't work for me. Frustrating, frustrating.



Oh, who's gonna re-set the bone?