;to be fickle
I seem to have a general aversion towards permanency. After churning out 26 posts of post-humorous (inclusive of copious amounts of swearing, bouts of inexplainable insipidity and a gradual ascension of the psychosis I display of today) monologues I feel compelled to uproot myself and resurrect
somewhere else.I suppose change is supposed to reflect development, except the progress of my URLs from comprehension into absurdist is a blatant proclamationof how naming things isn't one of my fortes. Maybe its just OCD - the whole sense of settling down nevertheless in a nanobyte infested alternate universe feels so conclusive. The idea of relapsing onto a bench and never getting up when there are still paths left to take.
Oh well. I will be hauling myself out of here soon with my vagrant tendencies. Soon. Except 'soon' in my mental vocabulary is a fluctuating sense of time dependent on the variables of work load, parent observation and stage of laziness.
12:18 PM
