Generally, the words pour from me.
The sheer amount washes over my head and I struggle to breathe in my self-created deluge, drenched to a point where I develop gills and eventually start swimming with the current, steadily until I reach my final destination.

This is not one of those times.

Blogger is intimidating.

I'm uneasy with having the possibility of readers outside my ring of incredibly bored peers, the provided template that isn't an utter eyesore, and yet another way to whittle away time better spent reading the idiotic banter of teenagers on social networking websites.

I feel like I'm meeting someone new, not someone so lowbrow who I will lord my undue elitism over, not someone so high that I cannot possibly match them, but a formidable match.

The wit will be spewing next time, I promise.