Once Upon A Time...

A blog, Huh? Why not. Blogs are hip. Everyone has one. But what I never really understood is... What are they for? Are they simply online diaries? If so, Then... Why are they so public?
Is this a memoir? Do people read through these looking for comfort, and wisdom?

If so, I think "they" should kindly leave this blog. Like, Immediately.

It's 4AM, and I have Caramelldansen on repeat. I am also listening to my boyfriend snore from the couch. The warm, comfortable, little bed we made to spend a romantic evening. And where am I?

I'm sitting at the table wishing I could do the Caramelldansen dance.

This speaks leagues of my wisdom. Feeling comfortable yet?

Well, Random Reader (who ever the fuck you are (and I mean that in the nicest, 4AM state of mind concievable)), I don't know what exactly this blog will.. do. Or prove. I'm not even sure why I'm writing right now. All I know is there's a comfy couch waiting for me, and I will figure out all of this deep shit tomorrow.

Or at least I hope to figure it out.

Time to smoke, and then cuddle.


-B