this goddamn application keeps reminding to write. i haven't wanted to write. why would i write just because i was reminded? i never wanted to write in the first place. why, then, am i writing now? good question. because i want to. so, fuck you and your questions. it's not like i have to actually be inspired to write something. no, just reminded of the mundane and incessantly ordinary-ness of my life. of everything and everyone that surrounds me. the people that actually incite me, make me want to live, are the ones i love most. i think when i'm around them. i fucking feel. i'm rarely around them, however. mostly, i'm surrounded by the expression of my own self-loathing. this is both quaint and fitting. why change? personalized totes, embroidered baby-sacks; why don't we just legalize slavery? if we did, not only ourselves but also the world would have the much needed evidence of our inflated self-image and patronizing existence. fuck you; more important, fuck me. stop requesting that i write when i don't want to; also, fucking start telling me when i should.

And that is an introduction.