Lately, I have felt like writing.
What I eat, what I say, what I hear - summer, for me, is the intensely individualistic time in my life where I am without prescribed schoolwork and in need of some other necessary expression. (Not that writing a paper on Victorian times is really a form of self-expression, but c'est la vie.)
Sure, I have a blog. (http://taylorrness.wordpress.com if you're interested.) But I'm still a member of that ever-shrinking ideology that believes in having Internet boundaries between what is polished and what is simply, for lack of a better term, nonsense. Sometimes it's nice to write something down without it needing