Murderer.

I recently killed my fish. It was an accident, of course, but nevertheless, it does not lessen my pain. This post is in his honor. 
He was a simple fish, but of course he had his complications. Don't we all? Every day upon awaking and finding him gazing into my eyes from his post on my little bedside table to feed him a handful of fish food and converse avidly about our plans for the day. His crazy googly eyes would reassure me in a time of despair. It was cruel for him to die from being over-fed.
However, it was brilliant while it lasted.  Best week of my life. 
For Swimmer, my wettest friend. You will be missed.

First time for everything.

"Faith is taking the first step even if you don't see the whole staircase." - Martin Luther King Jr. 

   I don't know whether it's faith or stupidity, but I'll do it either way. My first blog entry. Honestly, I don't know if the end result will be good or bad; it could go any which way. I'm hoping it'll be good. Again, I really don't know if I will get pelted with garbage or roses during the course of my blogging, but I've come to understand that the blogosphere is a safe space. Safe or dangerous, I'm here now, and I think I know why.

   It's because I don't know why. I've never been one to play it safe, but I feel like I've been stuck in a rut, and who better to help me out of it than random strangers on the internet? 

   Well, here goes nothing.