Oh boy! I felt like I had something important to post about, but I just had a fart that may have changed my life forever.... not in a good way. I definetly don't seep spiritual enlightenment out of my colon yet.
Anyways... burning cd's tonight. was a big day, played call of duty for like 4 hours, than i got out and bought razors and black cd's, eat at the toast, got a cup of coffee, than made a weekly meeting with some friends. So productive! last night i got the john legend/roots album Wake Up! which i love. Thought my mom should hear it so Bam burned that one, also a friend/customer wanted to get a copy of wutang/the beatles which is amazing as well so geuss what..Bam! It happend.
and now II'm alrteady bored with myself and the keyboard, thinkling i should be shooting a few more internet savvy video gamers on the x-box before i have to force myself to go to sleep tonight. Oh delicious, Coffee how you haunt the depth of my long wintery nights. This is the next artist fallen victim to my indiscriminate sharing. my mom called me tonight to apologize for bringing me to see purple rain when i was 8, i caouldn't take the call because i was busy watching the jersey shore. isn't that a little ironic, well the true irony is that i not only have the soundtrack for purple rain, i actually have a copy of the dvd somewhere, and i watch it about once a year. good luck finding a morris day album worth listening to, his stuff is a little hard to come by, although he still plays out i geuss and went on to create more tunes after that.
suddenly my inner voice is soundiing like Andy rooney in my head, no i'm not excited by this, but it's funny, until recently(this year) i always thought of mr rooney as lovable. i hadn't watched 60 minutes since chips was on after,(60minutes was my bath time but i always got out in time for andy's ramblings). Any body that can spend 5 minutes talking about shoe laces must be adorable right? that what i think anyways.
So sorry I'm not more interesting yet, it takes practice and although i had something worth going off on, I forgot it, did i mention i love graffiti yet? Seems like a topic that could easily set up a whole page of text.
this is thursday, but you'de know that wouldn't you.
the end
Oh I remember now. when i was getting a ride home yesterday my friendwas talking about how aweful it was the number of blogs about nothing there were out there, the very day i started this one, a blog about absolutely nothing. and poorly written ! It started to make me think what i might have said 24 hours earlier, of course i went down a road of the rights of ones expressionism, the injustice of the industry which focuses on the talented whilst putting a glove over the mouth of the less talented. I felt it was an oportunity to not mention the great works which were begining to pour off my fingers directly to your eyes. Billy's argument was the level of wasted electricity devoted to terrible topics, Valid I geuss but... untimely.
And the other thing is this, the writing(typing) makes me feel like there's an end coming. like my sudden urge to share typo's is likely going to create an end to my immortality. like on some secular domnation i am using this space to pass long to future generation that which my own was, as yet, not quite able to comprehend. and in fact, preparing....to die.
but maybe thats just conicidence.
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