Just wanted to say that I'm pretty embarrassed over how incredibly fucking boring this 'blog has become.

What am I, a fifteen-year-old kid, with nothing to say but mundane bullshit about my boring life?

Today I wrote about a cheeseburger for fuck's sake!

I need to do better than this.

I need to find something that stirs the passions within me. Something that gets these creative juices flowing. Something that enrages me, or makes me deliriously happy. Something that I care about and can't shut up about.

Have I become so accustomed to the turmoil in my heart that I've become jaded by it? Have I grown so complacent that nothing affects me? Am I a robot?

No, no, and no.

I sit here on nights like this, with this gorilla flicking boogers into the back of my head, and I want to start typing and just keep at it until my fingers are bloody nubs. Until everything I've been holding back for all these months has been released in one colossal fit of honesty and brutality and ...

But I don't.

It's not that I have nothing to say. I have plenty that I could say.

I just need to find something else.