Departed on a Tuesday

I don't eat a lot of tacos.

I am not a vegetarian.

I love beef.

Most of all I love salmon.

I am so tired.

So tired of working and breathing.

I used to love work.

Now I just go through the motions.

I am good at what I do because I have been doing it for so long.

When you do one thing for a while, it becomes second nature.

As someone once told me, a "creature of habit" is what I am.

This blog is one of them.

I don't know what I will gain from writing all this shit.

Am I too fucked up to stop?

I have many blogs.

Believe me I have not shared them all.

One blog too many.

No one needs to know them all.

I write for no one.

I write for someone.

Who cares right?

Who in their right mind will read this?

I have nothing to say.

My words are meaningless without kissing the one I love.