Not losing out

Not this time anyway...
Long walks back home in the pouring rain get me thinking. Thinking about.. well everything really. I don't really know all that well where to go from here. 'Tis truly the road less followed.. for me anyway. Mostly because everything feels so nice, pure and simple. Like pink marshmallows.

Disinterested? Shy? Inhibited? I'll crack down the walls sooner rather than later.

Looks like I do have a soul.

Combination of creepy and magnificent.

I think it's time to shake things up. Rattle a few cages. Andy Warhol was certainly good at that. Why am I thinking of Mr. Warhol? I'm not sure. He was certainly a cool guy though. I'm need to get making my own little piece of pop-art some time soon before uni kicks in and I completely have no life again. I'll be an artist one day, one day...

I've got the glasses down-pat. Now I just need the artistic ability.

Let's do it again soon... but minus the facade.