I have spent the last couple months living a pretty small life.  It consists of a small space and small concerns.  I have small ambitions.  Sometimes my ambitions are to get the entire place cleaned; sometimes they are to get through the day without thinking to much. Other times, they're just an attempt to get that other level beaten on whatever sad sack of game I'm playing at the time.

But, it's like that these days.  If you asked me at 17 what I'd be doing at 30, I don't think I'd have said this, but at 17 I was sure I'd be dead by 30, so it shows how wrong that little bastard was anyway, dunnit?  These days, about the only things I can get the motivation for is Photography, messing about on the drums, debauchery, and video games.

It is a sad state of Arrested Development affairs you know?  But the part that worries me, is that it doesn't worry me so much.  I have no interest in people of late, they tend to disappoint, and, eventually, grate.

This evening, the upstairs neighbors decided it would be a good idea to film action movies in their living room, so I turned on the old electric drums and had a whale of a tale of a whaletail for a while.  It's the passive aggression at which I excel, what can I say?

I can say plesiosaur, but that's neither hinder nor thinder.

Maybe I will take a photography course, so I don't have to muddle up photos that could otherwise be pretty great; like this one for example.  (Hint: Overexposed/bad lighting)

Anyway that's all that's on my mind.  Just trying to be friendly and hang for a bit.  You know how it goes?  Do you?

If not, it goes like this "Doot doot doot doooooo" and then the horns kick in... and my shoes start to squeak.

Ponderous. 

Barbarossa.

Love,

Q