I, the silver. You, the red.

July 2nd. Midnight Walmart trip. 150,000 pound legs. A need for yellow socks.

It would be so nice to finish things I actually had intentions of doing. (this blog a perfect example I am sure) I will start out trying to build myself a future - then end up hot gluing spoons to my wall. Now-now-now, don't misunderstand that. Making silverware wall art is in fact vital for a successful future. We all got to express ourselves some how, 'aye?

Now you see what I mean! How on earth would I ever live a filling future without waking up in the morning to the view of misused kitchen utensils? Life though - it is more then past-year-picnic's spoons! It is that ever lurking villain that everything always leads back to, and may I say, "villain - well played".

Maybe this evening I am just not able to accurately articulate my thoughts, or maybe I have never really been able to, or maybe I have never really tried or had the desire to - yet here we all are. If only my shower walls could keep all the things I think - then I would have no use to blog! Oh, what a world it would be - and possibly will be!

Criminal Minds was on tonight, its actually on most nights - but that is not my point. I realized how easy it is for things to be understood and misunderstood. People - very few can except. There is a much greater number of people who are unable to except. In my personal opinion of not knowing anything yet thinking I do, I think I can easily except. Now, maybe I am just so caught up in my own desiring for there to be a better more romantic, more heroic, more motivational story in every chapter of life - but maybe there is something more there!
Ahhh, but there we are. I hate being face to face with realization in public. Its almost as if you invited someone to a party who was almost a second thought and then all of the sudden they are putting their feet on the coffee table, sipping the last of the tea and are the life of the party. How rude!

I should really just stop tonight, so I think I will. But on an ending note,

"Goodbye. Low expectations. Low on toner."

-gool.