can’t write anymore.
I’m done writing.
writing is overrated.
I guess I’ll read more.
postmodernism blows.
switching majors.
elevate is family.
it’s something that you’re born into.

don’t call the bible a handbook.
I’ve got zondervan for that.
call the bible a promise.
because that’s what we need.

new ink soon.
double band, left hand.
maybe a grey owl on my right bicep.
maybe the cross on my back.
maybe faith on my left forearm.
kristi’s believe.
ahh, new ink soon.

blogs terrify me.
I don’t know why I have this thing.
people don’t read it.
I gave up on it 4 months ago.
30 readers a week didn’t cut it.
I needed more attention to seclude myself further.
that’s why I stopped.
I don’t need another distraction from life.
I’d rather live than write about living.
I’d rather intend than write about intentionality.
phenomenology joke.
that’s why I’m writing this.
avoiding the pleasure of writing on forced topics.

157 word count.
just in case you wanted to know.
166.
when did the numbers of my words become important?
where did purpose and meaning go in education?

burnt the right pointer on the griddler today.
something meant to griddle apparently heats up.
thanks aunt carol.
there is no carol in HR.

b2/e2
graduation is tomorrow.
for some, not I.
excited for them.
Beans.
congrats.

230.
I guess I’ll read more.
writing is overrated.
I’m done writing.
can’t write anymore