Bloggae

At one point in my life I was able to follow the mind-numbingly easy steps involved in blog customization so that the colors, fonts and layout were what I believed to be an authentic representaion of myself. While any 15 year old with a myspace would likely devote their damn-near entire life to getting that shit just right, I tried for 4 minutes, did not achieve the desired results and happily gave up, after which I felt nothing. This is a life-pattern I'm trying to break.

Backtracking- Prior to my untimely defeat (basic HTMLing: 1; Me: 0) I remembered the site I used to use for color codes. I used this site in 2003 roughly 7 times and it came back to me in a manner of seconds. So that's pretty much an epic win in my book.

Can you tell that I'm attempting to be coolly indifferent to the fact that I'm dipping my toe back into the theraputic waters of recreational blogging after a hiatus spanning several relatively (in relation to everything) uneventful years? This should by now be widely discernible, considering my lack of any exclamatory punctuation and utterly listless approach to providing my reader any real semblance of entertainment. You see, this is all my reverse-psychology approach to life. If i pretend to not care enough, maybe things will turn out amazingly.

In all honesty, it is past 2 am, my wrists hurt (I HAVE NO IDEA WHY), and I'm teetering on the edge of lonely. I quickly realize that the previous statement coupled with all-caps sounds like I was making a hand-job joke but I assure you I was not. Only elbow-jabbing myself for suffering from the early onset of carpal tunnel due to, lets admit it- excessive internetting.

Would you have guessed it? Well, let's look at the cold hard facts. It is 2:37 Am on Saturday night, I'm closing in on 23 years of age, and i just spent the last four hours in the exact same position in which i spent the last four seconds.

After carefully pouring the data for all of no seconds, my answer is yes. I would have.

And here, at the end, in absolute honesty, there's not much I'd rather have been doing.
Feels good.