Shook Ones

So I haven't readily been updating my blog, and truth be told I feel very fortunate. As I mull over past installments, I am beset by an overwhelming realization and the fear that accompanies it, that my writing over the years has not only diminished in quality, but has been far too laden with cliches, immature rambling, and an all too present sense of esoteric self-loathing.

As much as I would like to say that it is going to stop, such a promise would be doomed from the very first letter.

What I am going to attempt, in earnest, is to at least dress it up in such a way that it will be palatable to a larger audience, because while I might write things down like this primarily for my own benefit (as writing has always been a way for me to purge the demons that plague me), I still think that maybe the knowledge that there are people out there like me, people that might benefit from my ability to express complex associations, single out contributing factors to emotion, and be the silver tongued harbinger of mankind's inevitable demise.

All in all maybe this all stems from my inherent need to bitch, and the more people I can bitch to, all the while drowning them in highfalutin verbosity (like that one, don't you), the better I feel and the longer the urge to type nonsense will leave me so that I might pursue more real life goals and ambitions other than being some whiny Internet deity (note my seriousness by showing you the following picture of someone that isn't me).





I want to keep this one short and sweet:
1. Because I have nothing of actual substance to say today and
2. Because like any medicine aiming for the heart or brain, dosages must start minimal, and gradually increased until the disease wavers, or the patient is so drugged up they simply no longer care.

No one will read this, and if you do, then you are all dumber than I initially suspected.

Questions? Comments? Want to borrow my dictionary? ek656503@ohio.edu (yes I still use my college email, deal with it)goo