I guess that's what makes it a blog....

The days slide between my fingers like olive oil. It seeps ever so loosely around every curvature my hand has to offer, yet it clings to me with residual that I'll never completely wash away.

It sometimes becomes hard to sit back and focus on any single thing anymore. What I desire in my life and what I allow myself to become has turned into a fan-dangled, perplexing misdirection. Maybe there never was direction, and if there was I'd probably have fucked with that road sign long ago.

In the large scheme of things I suppose I never had an underlying goal for this blog. Fuck it...

I guess that's what makes it a blog