I can’t blog when I’m happy… Not anything useful, anyhow. It’s weird, but I can’t express happiness well in words unless it’s complete bliss — yet I can express any form of sorrow. It’s tough to bitch and moan about things when there’s nothing to bitch and moan about.

It’s tough to make observations on the fucked up shit that goes on when there’s not really anything fucked up that goes on — none that I can write about anyhow.

“Oh my god. You haven’t posted for like… a whole week! — You got a life?!” said a friend of mine the other day. It made me laugh, but at the same time feel kind of sad — did it really seem like I had no other life besides the one inside my computer screen? :T

I don’t know. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m once again content. For the most part, anyhow.