Nothing very important. I just feel like typing.

I keep having these dreams where I do things that I'd normally be afraid to do. I know what this means. With the time I have left here, I'll be slapping down my fears and insecurities like the little bitches they are.

More on that later.

I just had the thought that if I were a 15 year old boy, this is the entry I'd post today:

"I wish I had a bike. I would ride it. I like a girl."

I do wish I had a bike, actually.

This is my favorite still image from the video editing project I'm working on. It's a documentary about love, baby.

Ready to feel bad? A woman sleeps with that guy and likes it.