Schmiling

Life is weird. The notion of identity is very consuming. Will the answer, who am I?, ever be successfully answered? Or do I even want it to be? Because once you know, you're sort of stuck in it eh? I guess these thoughts are indicative of where I'm at in this weird time space continuum called life.

Today I feel like I'm in an identity Limbo, which is way less fun than the kind of limbo where you find out the age old question: How low can you go?

edit: I just noticed that my last two posts have skeletons in them, and that makes me feel good.