~I want a tattoo. The problem is, I don’t know what the heck to get.
~I made pasta tonight, but it had no taste.
~I went to the library for three hours tonight, but I came home realizing that I’d gotten absolutely nothing done.
~I used to have over 50 journals filled with stories I wrote in grade school.
~I read a lot.
~I cannot tell if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad right now.
~Am I boring?

This blog makes no sense and has no purpose.
Is this blog an analogy to something greater? Is all life a blog?

Now I know I am making no sense to anyone. I’ll go write something meaningful now.

Meaning-full.

(Seriously, this is just random crap. Fun will come tomorrow, promise)