An enormous shadow spreading it's fingers out over my whole imagination and choking the life straight from it's child-like gait. That's all this ever seems to be sometimes. A super massive black hole come to swallow it all up. Forever.

I am convinced that unless you're a cute girl, no one gives a shit about what you have to say on the Internet. Well, that or celebrity.

It's that time of year when I reflect that only a mere 7 years ago today, I started to take on the considerable burden of heavy drinking. And though I've faltered here and there, I still stay the course and remain true.

I really think, sometimes, that I'm retardedly destined to only find random actresses and musicians incredibly attractive. I hate that.

I sit with beads of shower water rolling down my head wanting so badly to write, but not knowing where to start.

You know what's sad about comics? It's that eventually, the writers (and maybe even the artists, but it's harder to tell) lose that boyish charm the more they write and the more successful their titles become. This isn't about a sad state of affairs for comics, it's just a thing I've noticed. Nothing that's so detrimental that it'll kill a creative medium.

I just hope that I never lose that excitement about writing. I hope that years from now when I actually get a belly of work under my belt that I'm still just and jolly and entertaining as a kid that's jut excited to be putting something colorful and original out into the world.

That's all.

Contemplating being clever is not as amazing without a good delivery. Turns out that all I need is a bit of attention in place of true connection, so I guess that leaves me exactly where I am.

And who exactly do they all see me as? An inventive person or just a person that I've invented?

I have done nothing in the ways of forward accomplishment since I've had the Internet at my fingertips constantly.