New Layout!

You know how it's always nicer to write in a blank journal that has the right page-smell, and the proper weight to the ruffle? Maybe you have a new pen with exactly the right nib, and you draw your first line, and for once don't damn yourself for ruining a new notebook with letters that deface instead of decorate?

Well, here I am, methinks.

And whilst cleaning house...

GIP!

What is it about looking at pictures of yourself? Why do they always get uglier the longer you look...much like text loses all meaning if you stare at it long enough? Why are we just composed of chaos and imperfection?

I think I sound like an existentially challenged angsterrific lunatic who has just discovered Keirkegaard at the age of fifteen. Woe!