Maybe it's the influence of The Be Good Tanyas (which I've been listening to for the last hour) or The Raven (which I've been reading for the last hour), but for some reason I feel sentimental/inspired/reminiscent enough to vomit out some kind of blog.
And that's exactly what it feels like, you know? Every time I write on this stupid thing, I feel like I'm vomiting out all the crap I've ingested over the last months and hoping someone can poke through the mess and find something that might be worth re-consuming.
Gross.
I can't really figure out why writing is such a torment for me. Maybe I'm too lazy to put forth the creative effort. Maybe I'm the "live and forget" type that doesn't bother documenting the past. But in any case, I've realized that it usually takes an emotional upheaval combined with some seriously emo music to get my creativity flowing enough to write something worth reading. So is that the case now? Emo music---check. Emotional upheaval---nah.
My poor blog suffers from my current emotional stability. I need some heartbreak or something traumatic to spice the thing up a bit. Until then... I suppose it does pretty accurately reflect my life---seldomly upheaved and in a perpetual state of unbroken, monochromatic green.
That doesn't sound like a bad state to be in, now that I think about it...