Lor's

Now, ever since I was coerced into starting this lovely little trove of pointless pictures and juvenile yammerings, I have obstinately refused to update. Oddly enough I feel like the time is ripe to bury the last, quite compromising entry.

 

What is there to say? (For to fill, one does have to say something). I fear no matter what I write, I’m always one syllable short of a brain cell. I used to write prolifically, back in my bachelor days… somehow I need to recapture all of it. Learn to be alone for the first time in two years. Meet myself again.  

 

Writing a journal on deviantart never used to daunt me. My thoughts, right there, publicly emoted for all who would stubble across my page.  I was never an artist. Or publicly an artist. Only in the secret depths of my heart was I an artist. I kept the account to write my journal, and on the odd occasion, a comedic limerick or two.

 

I realized eventually that it was never words that lured the spectator. People were too lazy to actually read anything. They demanded instant aesthetic gratification. Just point click, sweep, go. I never matters how many pictures can be painted with well-chosen words. The absence of attention span only allows for one meagre picture, these days.

 

I was in a war for page-views.  So I sold my soul to the counter on a webpage. That’s how I became an artisan instead of an artist.

 

But what does this have to do with you? Nothing. My thoughts aren’t even sufficiently organised or developed for you to really understand what this all means. The hinting at the underlying matters driving this self-righteous speech are entirely lost to you. You’re seeing the tip of the iceberg, a fine skimming on top of deep, deep emotions which are devouring all sense.

 

So why will I save this, slap a title on it and call it a blog entry? Because that’s what a blog is for. Its for your pointless, juvenile rants which nobody cares about. The unfounded, selfish ones you’d be too embarrassed to whine to your friends. It a tool for the self important and self absorbed.

 

And its perfect for me, right now. Just what the doctor ordered.

Its out, and im in trouble for compromising several witness protection programees. Apologies... um...

 

Now i am forced to disclose myself. I dont want to, but they are bigger than me. Im sorry for damaging your eyesight (if you're canadian im sure healthcare will pay for it all)

 

I shall also disclose the love of my life, whom i am visiting for the entire winter vacation in connecticut! Oh noes!

 

Dont hurt me! It was the cat who done it! *flinch*

I know Leah is adorable, but we need to add some new pictures! yay!!