Oh right, I have this. Um, what's your name again?

"Something something *homework-do-the-dishes-the-cat-just-barfed-why-are-there-starving-children-my-carpet-has-a-pet*" then I just remembered I resolved to start (and finish?) a blog. Last year. Just one, mind you. I hear they can be quite unruly in bunches. But only the purple variety. There are so many tasks and promises I commit to on principle, but then refuse due to character. Or trying to be a character. Heh heh heh...I can never get them straight (nor do I care to!). Take that, World! World? world. Round thing we live on and kill with our might, wit, and whim. And thoughts. Mine tend to drop off into a lively puddle of mushy A.D.D. Have you tried kale lately? Have you tried anything? At all? Do you like the sunrise or is it an ambiguous time of day reference that you avoid because it involves rousing your body from its lazy state of being? Sometimes I wonder this of myself, that all the times I've thought I liked something it was really to keep appearances with myself, the Numero Uno Me. Who am I in terms of you and you reflected from me? Who are we and just what the hell are we doing, do we think we are? I really try to write the most impressive monologues and perform them in my head as I type away with apparent nonchalance. Really, seriously. It's been great seeing you again. We should get lunch, do this more often. Because I know you love to just catch up with your life. No real substance or direction beyond cyclic. No real thought. Just wondering what's for lunch. What's your name again? Are you looking at me when you say that or am I just paranoid? Maybe I'll slide on over into my little comfort bubble and be predictable. You know, so we're comfortable with each other again. Or not.