I think the only thing I am good at is writing titles. Life is so random. One thing leads into another thing that leads into another thing. It changes quickly. One moment you are the happiest you've been in probably 10 years. The next your sadder than you've been in your life. Life really is a glass house. What is our purpose here? I know this is a shitty fucking comparison, but have you ever seen Six Feet Under. My life seems to echo that show, but only if you've watched religiously can you grasp my meaning. So go buy it, or just steal from someone. I hate myself for that.
Words can never really express whatever it is I am feeling right now. It's somewhere between numbness and happiness. All I know is that digging through history today was amazing. So much happened before I got here, stuff I will never know about. Does that mean it matters? What about my children? Will they look back at me like this, will they feel proud, intrigued, inspired? Hopefully, hopefully they will.
Last, but certainly my favorite, I've added something to me recently. She compliments me well. We certainly see eye to eye on many things, uh, she gets it.
I don't think I could've done anything without her. She doesn't even realize it.
My heart, her's for the taking.
Please! Be gentle.
Or don't, that might be fun too.
Please, don't put off what you should have done 4 months ago. Go ahead and buy the couch.
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