Pictures. What pictures?

There I was clicking the 'Older Post' link browsing through past entries.

I was astounded (look at how i cringe wtf) at how I have 'revitalized' the method of how I bloggie without me knowie.

I was at the verge of turning into this old hag talking in never ending sentences followed by more never ending sex...WAIT FOR IT.....tences. sentences. (old hag got rabun mata tend to misspell more wan WTF)

I was blogging in words so much, that I looked like your imaginary blogger friend from brazil wtf ireland wtf sudan wtf alfghanistan wtf ok you get my point. Like there was no pictures to proof my existance gasp

In blogging retrospect, I think in a certain cryptic way I have outgrown myself although I have no idea whether it is for the better. In fact, no one does.

This entry will serve as a small reminder of how I have evolved , the ambiguity of how I perceive the world in different perspectives at different stages of my life span, of turning points, of new eras, of the begginings of the end. endings of new beginnings, beginnings of new endings, end of begin, begin of end begin end end begin THE END WTF

p/s: the imaginary empty seat might not be that empty after all gasp inside joke wtf.