I was inspired, not today, but about a week ago or so.
In this moment of my life I am living the basic dream. Conforming to this capitalistic world by working through the ranks of education. Dragging myself to this demented cave of torment four times a week only for a measly pay check.
Who knew you could find inspiration in a cave ?
If I always thought about my life in that sense I would be utterly depressed. It lingers in the back of my mind and spontaneously reappears in the fore front.
What I’m trying to write coherently is that I became inspired to write blog entries…
Wow, that just sounds so basic.
Not everyday, but when I feel that there is a need to string thoughts together, then I will type.
A part of my life is weeding out the guys that don’t make me roll my eyes when I read their texts