calligraphic homocide

you'd think that with a title such as that, this rant would certainly contain amazing reflections that curl off into philosiphic quandries. in fact, that's about the most complicated sentence i'm likely to shove through the little tendons and skin that repeatedly tap these dirty white buttons.

another year; more learning to accomplish, knowledge to acquire and release; debates to be lost and drawn; friends to make and others that will fade. the confusing beat to which our lives attempt to synchronize has never felt right to me.

you know, it's too early to have a real rant. i haven't even let the day start yet. i really hope i don't wake up in a bad mood too.


i'l start putting up more links when i remember to.