I have a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that is as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
I’ve had some ideas for a new post kind of bubbling below the surface for a month or two now. It seems like every time I reach out to grab one, they all just kind of… fade out. Talk about frustrating. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything legitimate, and I’m itching for the right words. We’ll see what the next few days will bring me.
Nothing like an inner thigh rub from TSA to get your Friday night started.