I think I'll tattoo the URL for this blog spot on my arm. I have grown more forgetful of late and I think that, given my family history, there is a high chance I will not remember where I write these thoughts in the near future.
It sounds bleak but my bark is worse than my bite. I just need a corner of this virtual world to come back to some day in the future. Something that serves me better than a daily journal, which I have, but nothing very interesting makes its way there.
I do my most interesting brain droppings on this electronic page, and I think I will keep on doing so.
For those of you who have stumbled into my page by accident, don't be too judgmental. These writings remain the rants of a restless mind. Nothing useful, to you, can come from reading my page. The experiences are personal, the imagery is comical, the words are mostly miserable, but the effect they have on me are indescribable.
My thoughts taste of strawberry to me, and that is something you will never get.
It sounds bleak but my bark is worse than my bite. I just need a corner of this virtual world to come back to some day in the future. Something that serves me better than a daily journal, which I have, but nothing very interesting makes its way there.
I do my most interesting brain droppings on this electronic page, and I think I will keep on doing so.
For those of you who have stumbled into my page by accident, don't be too judgmental. These writings remain the rants of a restless mind. Nothing useful, to you, can come from reading my page. The experiences are personal, the imagery is comical, the words are mostly miserable, but the effect they have on me are indescribable.
My thoughts taste of strawberry to me, and that is something you will never get.
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