The Obscure

I am covered in moistness. Do you wonder, what this moistness is? I will tell you then, oh questioner of my ways.
My Own Bodily Grease.

I'm at Ryan's, I'm chillin out over here. I got some crazy shazz a-goin. Don't know what it is or where it came from really, all I know is it's crazy, and it's shazz.

Most TV shows, that I have liked, have declined over the years. But my friends, King of the Hill, remains hilarious in it's every way. Truly, a king among shows.

I don't really have a whole lot else to say right now. I got my new drafting table fully set up. it's some good shit. Got the drafting machine hooked up to it and everything, it makes my life so much more fun.

I am getting more and more into the idea of going away for that trip in the summer that I've posted about a few times now. I keep on going for long walks in the afternoon, just cause I like it so much. Walking for miles all by myself, with nothing but my thoughts and the noises of the passing cars, the wind, and the birds.
It's good stuff man, it's euphoria.
I was born to travel, I have to go. I'm getting impatient, really really impatient. I'm kinda scared though, that eventually my will to leave will turn into a desire to stay away. Is it just fleeing? Does it make me a coward that I want to leave everything behind? Or is it just that I want to see different things?
Personally I just want to walk, it's really the only time I feel truly myself; aside from when I have lost myself in love. But I don't think that'll be happenin anytime soon, so this is all I got.
I love you guys. I love everybody. Would that I could take you all with me when I finally leave this god awful place.

It'll be a while anyway.