This tumblelog has existed almost as long as Id Amok, which is really just a scrapbook of pictures that grab me carnally. I had some clever idea that went with the URL and posted whiny, drunk, locked things. Twice, I think. One night, I erased it all and came up with the new name and then didn’t post anything.

I only have a vague idea of what I wanted with the new name, but that’s fine. I think I’ll go with it in place.

No idea what I’ll be writing here, but I think I’ll continue to not sign my name. I kind of like having a place on the net where I’m not going by my own name. And, no. You probably have no idea who I am. If you searched for me by name, you could find me all over the net.

I want to do something with my life, but I’m not. I want to go out and do things, but I don’t. I want to stop clenching my teeth and trying not to scream out my frustration with life. I just keep breaking little chunks off my teeth instead.

This may be my vent. This may be where I wrestle things out. This may lie abandoned. Fucked if I know. Right now I want somewhere to write this.

I’d love to be drunk or stoned or asleep right now, but I’m just sitting here in front of my computer.