I think I'm going to change the name of this blog.

I'm trying to make a post, but I can't think of anything to write about.
I think it might be because I have the light on, and the ultra-violet rays (don't laugh) from the light is sterilizing my brain.



Ennui in such a young woman is tragic thing.
It makes me want to weep.
Or scratch the insect bite on my wrist.
Or go bowling.
Or walk and chew gum.
Fuck, it's hot.
Let's just leave it at that.
Cue the Kinks.