Alright, so my first post had a potentially interesting title, which turned out to be misleading, but the fact is, I started that post with some intention to work in a tidbit about my past, but it just didn't happen (at least, not the one relevant to the title).
So, screw it, from now on I may or may not be implementing a rule that the title has nothing to do with the underlying post, just to dispel any expectations you may have as to my thought process being organized in any way.
By the way, Bob is a super zombie--or...Vampire? Trapped in a plane since world war II, I think, and got all mad, (and more powerful...). It's a web comic my best friend told me about. I'm not sure what it is. Never read it, but for some reason, Bob has stayed with me--or, at least, my adaptation(s) of Bob, which amuse me greatly.
Wish there was some place on here I could answer questions about myself (I know, ego, ego, ego..)
But I guess that blogspot isn't that type of thing (something to maybe be happy with them for, when I don't feel the excessive need to tell bits and pieces of my life story or (screw that) what makes me tick.
Look, it's not like I think I'm all that great or fascinating. It's more like, if I get it down in words, maybe I'll be a little more sure of what the hell I'm all about at the end. Think of it as exploring my own subconscious.
Or, maybe spring cleaning.
Look, think of it however you want to think of it, just don't peg me as a dick, and, for God's sake, wipe that look off your face.
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