Blog's New Year's Resolution

Dates are out, b! i'm no longer going to pay attention to them when i'm posting. i used to pre-occupy myself with how often i post and i went from worrying about posting once a week to trying to get at least 1 in a month. i'm freeing myself from that thought. i'll just write when i write.

i've never been good with dates. every year i vow to remember my mom's birthday, it's never stuck. yes, i realize that is abominable. amman the abominable. i've never been good with telling time. five years ago may as well be three years ago maybe as well be six months ago. i don't know. the dates will stay on precisely so i know when i wrote it.... just for kicks...

i think i want to get all anarchy with this blog now. i don't know exactly what that means but i think i want to disregard as many rules as possible. including rules i've set for myself. you might or might not have noticed my love for short choppy sentences. there. will. be. more. of these. or will they? did i just make a rule for myself and then break it?

i'm different. this blog will represent that in however i can make it represent that. i'm going to confuse you. this will sometimes and other times not be on purpose.

this is a product of working graveyards leading to very awkward moments, more, others expressing themselves to me and me expressing myself to others in rather awkward ways, more, awkward sentences formed of words, much like this sentence, awkwardness would be the key word for the past 24 hours. i felt i absolutely had to write something to end it and this is the best i could come up with. on this hour of five in the a.m. on novermber the 13th of 2010.

this post may or may not be deleted in the near or distant future... just for kicks...

oh, i al.most

I Liked His Earlier Stuff Better

It's been a year, can you believe it??? i can't! so much has happened since i started this blog and well, you know a lot about it. my journal for the masses! and by masses i mean lori :)

i started strong, didn't i? i was brimming with zeal and anticipation and anxiety, good anxiety. and of course having a brain over flowing with things to write about coupled with aforementioned anxiety, i spat those motherfuckers out like excess pork fat. you have no idea how much control it took me to take my time in posting. like a virgin, i was all rush, rush... think of baseball, think of baseball.

i really feel like fucking swearing a lot right now. happy fucks, not angry fucks. so here we fuckin go...

the fuckin sophomore slump, that's what they call it in the music biz. when you start strong and have nowhere to fuckin go but down for your second outing. i say fuck that! it only makes sense, when you start you have a lifetime of work ready to go after which you're just working with where you fuckin left off. which reminds me, i lost that story i was working on. how can something you spend time on and stare at with adoration disappear off the face of the earth right in front of your eyes??? the cyber world giveth and the cyber world taketh away. i was going to re-write the shit out of that thing anyway but damn did i have some fucking beautiful gems of sentences in there. you'll never know. moving on...

if i have to write about cancer this year, i'm going to be FUCKING PISSED!

if i don't get in at least a couple of more evolution pieces, i'm going to be FUCKING PISSED!

if i'm not able to crack a few smiles, i'm going to be FUCKING PISSED!

if i don't get deeper into my own head, i'm going to be FUCKING PISSED!

if anyone else dies on me, I'M GOING TO BE FUCKING PISSED!

in my own charlie brown; typing furiously; smiling incessantly; loving tremendously; heart on my sleeve; too amorous to be bitter; too jaded to be enthralled; overwhelmed; fuck it; peaceful ass way :)

you might wanna hide your cats though.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, BLOG!

I'M OUT! SING IT ELLIOTT!