So it’s about four thirty-eight in the morning Monday October twenty fifth. I never stay up this late but an ill-calculated cup of coffee at work while closing made my body and mind think otherwise. Not to mention the internet is a vile vile thing that sucks the very souls from our bodies sometimes. Heh.

I decided to start this tumblr as a sort of box I can put my thoughts and feelings in. This will end up being more or less a diary or confessional of sorts and it will most definitely be the diffident introvert speaking as opposed to the aplomb extrovert you normally see when the sun is shining prime and bright.  I don’t intend on this being a formal diary with “Dear Dairy” as openers nor will this be a habitual every-day activity, at least I don’t intend to set a schedule for this. Whenever I may feel so inclined as to share my thoughts onto a visual source then I’ll do so but I make no compromise to pinion my entrees to a routine. Like they say “You can’t rush art”, similarly you can’t force it.

Ironically I’ve got twenty million thoughts I’d like to share with twenty million entrees to compliment but I’d feel it rushed and rather disorganized of me to just dump everything into one so I shan’t place them all at once. I’ll… blog? Is that the verb? It sounds out of place with the formality of my words, but I guess there’s no other proper verb for this other than “write”, which sounds equally informal. Hm… but I may use that. I digress. I will write multiple times if need be or if I feel it is necessary due to circumstance. Heh. It’s funny how I write these rules and guidelines yet I can say with certainty that I will not follow them. Nonetheless the basic point is that this diary/journal/what-have-you will be as sporadic as my thoughts and as inconsistent as my coherency with the intangible. I’m a mess. I’m a prolific and tumultuous mess. Contradictory. I’m me.

My name is Sam. What’s yours?