I hate blogs. These things you write in here remind me of blogs. And I hate blogs. Don't remember when was the last time I wrote a diary (does this count? ) ). Blogs are bullshit.

Current state of creative blockage (heh, that implies the ideal situation of ever actually being creative ). Been talking to my worse half about starting to meditate again, which is supposed to be interesting being that I am in constant state of impatience and psychological tension. Dropped my mind how possibility of writing couple of verses and selling that as ART can offer an alibi to your psychotic nature (over exaggerating,sometimes I think that I'm too lazy to be psychotic...). Anyways, meditation and that stuff? I have serious intentions of considering the possibility of trying to meditate...Funny, I've always been f---ing proud of my chaotic nature, maybe it's a nice time for a change. Blaah, just bitching...but seriously, you know the feeling when you just feel like something GRAND is about to happen (cliche...the first day of the rest of your life...that sentence has always given me an inspiration to puke my guts out hihihi).

I feel like having a cigarette...enjoy,and hope to present you soon some of the ideas popping around my mind...