Welcome to an Indefinite Start!

I've sat here and wrote for the third time about what my first post is. How, useless of a news group I may or may not be, but however. Something is to be heard of an ironic news source. Whether or not it's my goal or not to make something of any good come from this is yet too be seen.

What I can tell you is that this article was written like many other articles: In dire hopes, with a lack hope, in desperation. For someone who dropped out of a major art school (to be revealed) I realize it doesn't take much to grap someones attention. Here I am, sitting outside on a cold September Morning at a Starbucks, my employer, writing to an audience of one. However a lot of people seem to be looking at me, thats what you get for wearing yellow on a Wednessday. Gainfully employed and frustrated with life, and people in general, fuck, I can hardly stand the ramblings of other people and their nonsense and the lack of appreciation for nothing. So many times throughout the day I deal with people who take their aggression out on me for the fact that their latte had foam, or it tastes as if it not half-caf like they ordered. What the fuck is that? 

What the fuck IS that? 

This is a poor post, to be updated with an itinerary.