You See...

Here's the thing. I haven't been updating regularly like the badass that I am, and there is a pretty reasonable explanation for that.

I'm pretty happy at this point in my life.

Nothing to bitch about, complain about, or get angry about.

I left work early today... why? I don't know. I just couldn't be there. I wasn't sad, or upset really. I can't explain it. I just couldn't be there. I didn't want to be, so I left. It's that simple.

As of late things have taken quite a turn for the good. I have found it. By it I mean love. It's a terrible thing for those who go through life without experiencing this.

It's very peculiar. If you lay it all out on paper, from the start up until now, it really doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Hell, I wouldn't blame anyone if they said it made no sense. That's just it. It didn't have to make sense. It was a force all it's own. It took control, and we, the pawns, merely got swept away in the game.

Now, though, I've got a counterpart. A counterpoint. Someone who, no matter what I may do, say, or act like, at the end of the day is still going to love me, and know the true me.

I am in love, bitches. I ain't comin' back. (This is just an expression. I'm still me, and I'll still be around. So suck on that.)

Yes, sir.

Zee blog is undergoing some changes. Actually going to attempt to consistently update this thing, I do believe. I know I say that all the time, but ya gotta believe me...

Lemme Tell Ya

Kid, this world ain't what you think it is...

Yes!

Fuck keevy!

Thank you, Keevy.

So, my broseph Keevy told me about this nice little firefox extension called "Scribefire". Huzzah! Blogging again, for the win.

Keevy!!!!

Keevy!!!!

Yeah...

So I have been meaning to update a lot more than I do. Forgive me.

Grrr

I fucking hate spiders. Grr!!!

Take That

So I am working at my old job again. There is so much that I do so well there. Too bad most of the people I work with are really smart...

Oh heeeeeellll naw.

So Keevy and I ate at 63 diner and then I got new kicks. Then we both got insoles!

Wow.

So HBO has the first marquez vs paqiaou fight. Hell yes.

Hootnanny

I think I'll be posting more often, finally.

Finally

I now have the internet again. Now the blogging community can be at peace again. Sorry everyone, my lack of updating must have been a drag...

Chapter One: Keev And K Get Nasty

All day long, apparently.

So it has been a while since I’ve really had steady internet access. It will be happening shortly though. I’m kind of dying without it, really. It makes my day spiral down into a nasty hole of ewww. I can’t help but feel unproductive without it. Is that sad? Yes.

Crappy Crap.

No updates in quite some time, eh? I am poor, only have internet on my phone, my mom has cancer, and mistakes are finding me all over the place mentally. Talk about fun. New job coming soon, along with money and internet and perhaps general contentment. We'll see how that's going to work out.

Another night, another brew, another thought process that runs through it's motions. Yeah. How about that.

So I am basically employed. Hooray for that.

How about lost on the good ol' DVR.

My Candle Burns Brightest Even On The Windiest Of Nights

Sometimes people search for the things they're after in the most unlikely place to find it. Sometimes they avoid it, and end up being the one place it lingers. I do neither. There is is a certain solace I find only in my solitude. It's so unappreciated sometimes, and now and then I find myself actually enjoying it. It can be so introspective. So liberating. So nice to just think my thoughts, not have to share them with a single other human. So nice to just not expect anything in return, or to plot out what might be coming next from the interactions with other people. People will continually let you down. Get over that, and you're golden. Don't, and you'll never have a single friend. I've got a lot of pretty good friends. I know I've let some of them down in the past, and I probably will in the future as well.

It is interesting to see people in their most primal state. That almost instinctive way that people will roll with the punches and just see where it all ends up. Sure, people plan a whole variety of things in their life, but the things that they don't are often some of the most memorable.

I've got a lot of thoughts just swirling around in my head right now, and I almost feel as though they're hardly what they should be at this point in my life. I hide in plain sight. I've become a master of my craft. My craft, you ask? I just know how to say things in such a way as not to imply a single thing. I can hide behind the words I weave. I can spin sentences that on further inspection, could be taken as more than what they are. Sometimes they should be, other times not. Disclosure is not something I'll grant. If pressed, I may in fact deny anything and everything. I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm a liar, but more just say that with how I've developed to speak that way, it lets me say what I think, without any real conflict. I hate conflict.

I also love when people treat their knowledge (or lack thereof) as though it directly correlates with their intelligence. If you're one of these people, fuck you. Seriously. Tell me something original, and maybe you'll garner a little bit more respect from me. Congratulations, you can read and remember some ideas that someone else had, and decided to publish. There is nothing wrong with finding the ideas interesting, or even drawing upon them, but directly regurgitating some shitty philosophical ideals that you've cited as a metaphor by which you live your life makes you an idiot. Your process of critical thinking probably didn't start until well into your late teens, when you felt the need to express yourself and sound intelligent to the average person in doing so. You're really not though. You were just blessed with memory. That doesn't make you creative either. It is kind of just cute. Like in the way where a kid will sing a sexual innuendo laced song and not have a clue as to what he is actually talking about. Kudos to you if you can even understand it. That still doesn't make you original or intelligent, though. Yep. Fuck that.

I.
I will.
I will always.
I will always hide.
I will always hide behind.
I will always hide behind my.
I will always hide behind my words.
I.
I am.
I am golden.

Interview Like Woah

I really hope I get this. I'll buy you all cool stuff if I do.

Compare And Contrast

Just so everyone has a brief idea of the depressing nature of my money situation. This is what i used to make each week.
This is what i make now. Wow, big difference, huh?
In other news, I just can't stop updating this blog. I suppose that is good for people who don't want to listen to me bitch, and for people who may want to read about me bitching. So congratulations if you find yourself here reading all of the empty thoughts I've got to spill. Stay tuned, you'll probably get soaked.

Speaking of soaked, I am going to spray the outside of the home tomorrow with bug stuff, to avoid another year of living with the spiders that like to curl up with me in bed. That never happened, but they do invade the house around this time of year. You trade the peace of living near nobody by getting in touch with nature, and that includes the full array of crickets, wasps, bees, spiders, and on occasion bats and birds.

Today is one of those days where my mind wanders aimlessly from one subject to the next... lucky for you you've got the privilege of viewing it all in full honest-to-goodness glory, eh?

It is incredibly interesting how misunderstandings work. A person thinks you mean something, but you don't. You try to explain, but their mind has already had what they thought you meant in it, therefore it takes a hell of a lot of convincing otherwise.

I really enjoy Elton John. People give him a lot of credit, and some people don't, but I'm amongst those that do.

Okay I really have nobody that I feel like I can relate to on this other than like MAYBE three people, who probably don't read this anyway. If they did they'd know it was them. Sometimes I think being slightly intoxicated is just the social lubrication required to let you expose your art. Just a little. Not like smashed.

Now is as good a time as any to end this. Peace out, foolz.

I Fell Asleep And The City Kept Blinkin'

Woo. I hope I get that call back on the job sometime relatively soon. If I can get that job my life will become so much easier. So, so much easier. Possibly even enjoyable. Not that I don't enjoy life already. I totally do. Sometimes I let my negativity get ahead of me, therefore making it seem like I don't really enjoy life, but don't get sucked into that web of deceit. I promise I really like life.

I drank a half a pot of coffee today. I also drank like six glasses of water. I am a drinking machine. Look for that liquid to be replaced with alcoholic beverages come this weekend, as long as I get some money I was supposedly told I was getting. Check back here, because if I'm sauced, most likely you'll have some babble to tread through. Interesting is what it should be. Embarrassing is probably what it will be.

I've got so many ideas about amazing things that I never follow through with. Help me with that bad habit, and I will shower you with... cookies? Or something.