This is my sundown....

All good things must come to an end, they say. Must all mediocre things come to an end also? Evidently they do, as will be proven in a matter of sentences. I've decided to abandon this blog and all it's glory. It has been faithful in it's outletting purposes, but I'm not interested in divulging the pale events of my life to anonymous, faceless readers. I've grown bored of tasteless entries filled with subtley-sandwiched verbatim, and frankly, I think everyone else has also.

At this very moment, I'm listening to Godspeed and feeling my eyes water from this obnoxiously flourescent screen. Today everyone went to school and I went to work on a dirty truck, lifting swingsets and mattresses and wishing I was in a class filled with people. Yeah. Looks like I missed the boat, kids. My bad.

Anyway. I guess this is...goodbye? I don't have much else to say, I think I've exerted my literary talents enough.

Ah hell, for old time's sake:
"Fucker, I'm bored," she typed, in bold businesslike letters.
I waited for an adequately vague response to come to mind.
"Yeah, me too."
Three words that encompassed so very much.










"There's only one thing I gotta do, and that's ramble on."
-Led Zeppelin