Every day is like The Sundays

My head is a windy place where all these beautiful and strange and brilliant ideas appear and disappear, all the time, every second of the day, and I just try to catch the prettiest of them.

This blog seems to be a storage for the ugliest, most fragile of my ideas. That's not necessarily healthy. I should slow down.

I actually look like this.

I started watching a movie called The Outsiders (1983) and realized that I look like the main characters. That's how I've been dressing lately. I am a greaser. It's so ridiculous that I don't really know what to think about it. It's not like I chose this. I have to start thinking about these things.

Oh man. I wish God was alive to see this.