what's a man to do

the name, sublime. the design, understated, elegant, and entirely based on a pre-existing template. the content, fairly uninspired tbh. i'm still carving out a niche, and it could take a while.

for now, this is just an excuse for me to write for the sake of writing. of course, when you actually sit down to write with no idea what to write about, absolutely nothing comes to mind. your brain draws blanks left right and indeed centre. even this very sentence did not emerge efortlessly on the screen. you feel you have nothing to say, have never had anything to say, and will never have anything to say. so far this is an experience not altogether dissimilar from the act, or art, of talking to girls with a view to perhaps getting them to take their clothes off in your presence, something i know very, very little about but still enjoy obsessing over from time to time. to time to time to time. there's something to write about. my eternal struggle with things that i'm sure come easily to most normally functioning folk.

ah, what's a man to do but work out whether it's true