To do, or maybe not to do.

Well, I did it again.
I completely forgot that I created a blog... Today I remembered.
Hello, fellow creatures. My statistics informed me that I've had two page views... Two! My success reflects the previous year point five of my life.  It's funny how a year and a half flies by only feeling like I've slept in for a long weekend. I find myself feeling inspired to do. Do anything, do something, just do. It's not that I don't do anything. I do some stuff, such as breathing, and my obsession with writing. I also spend quite a bit of my time embarrassing myself with copious amounts of alcohol, caught in the decadent fog of my own cigarette. It's really quite fantastic, you must believe me.

The plan is to: Get a fucking job. Crazy, I know. I'm terrified of the thought though. My biggest fear is to get trapped in some sort of ordinary life, full of wrinkled regret when I'm a bitter old man-lady. I think of myself somehow having to work at a gas station until my hip gives out and I can't afford the surgery, so I'm forced to live off of uncle Sam until I'm stuffed in a box and sent into that six feet deep hole. So, I spend my time trying to avoid that horrifying dream from happening, so I do not ask for applications from gas stations, or grocery stores, fast food joints... I haven't really applied to many places at all. Perhaps I should try. Maybe I will try!

Until then, I'm going to type away.
I'm going to remember to write in this blog also.
It's going to be fantastic.