refrigerator.

(I made a resolution to blog, which undermines my resolution to blog only when I have anything substantial to blog, which undermines what blogging is about to me)

I wonder if I'm getting boring. Because I seem to have run out of things to say. I mean, I do think about stuff I'll like to write about in my head a couple of times a day, but when I sit in front of the blog dashboard, another voice goes, nah, it's not funny or worth writing about. And so I don't.

I don't like being pretentious, but I suspect when one is deprived of intelligent (and we're not even talking about intellectual) films or books, perhaps we revert back into basic lifeforms. Eat. Sleep. Play.

I sure hope beer isn't a part of this equation somehow.

But yes, at 22 years old, I'll like to think I have my whole life ahead of me. I would like to be an entrepreneur, since superhero is one tough candidate list. Or set up a new business idea with friends. But I worry about conflicts and losing friends.

I've gotta admit. Now that I'm here, I'm not too sure what to do.


. Arigato .