slaughterhouse five

once you realize that life may indeed be pointless (not that it is, that it might be), you will live as a happier person.

so it goes.

why do i have a blog?

i had a tumblr for the longest time. i reposted a few pictures, nothing big. i never really did much of any writing, although i do have a few beautiful leather journals, the first one being almost completely filled up. i write in it everyday. i think it keeps me sane, a little bit. or at least i like to think it helps the cause.

i guess i never wrote in my blog because anything i have of value to say (do i have things of value to say?), i'm usually not interested in sharing with other people. with the exception of a rare few. so why am i doing this? probably because i am sitting at home on a wednesday afternoon bored out of my mind with nothing better to do. maybe i'll be consistent with it, but chances are i probably won't be. i'm not a very consistent person.