Fucking Life

The littlest things set me off these days. Usually it's stubbing my toe on something, thinking about a certain person, or really just no reason at all sometimes. There's an explanation as to why my patience and tranquility go out the window at the drop of a hat nowadays. This summer has been shit to me. I've had my proverbial ass kicked the past 4 months that I'm surprised I'm not some neurotic mess with a twitch and a penchant for hitting people. This isn't the type of blog where I wanted to go into life lessons and throw everything that's been bothering me on the table. That's what MySpace is for, right? No. I wanted to talk about video games, comic books, religion, politics, porn, sex, drugs, kids shows, all that and everything in between, but certainly not what's been going on in my neck of the woods, or in my head. However, I guess that's why guys like me set up a blog. They can't think of anything else to do with there life but maybe typing up little updates on Blogspot will be the therapy my life needs. Smoking a cigarette and sipping a rum and coke writing about what ails his existence this week. I'm kidding. I don't smoke and only drink socially.

I'm pretty sure somewhere out there somebody's saying that only someone with an inherent sense of what to say should be saying anything, which I guess would make that person a regular Captain Obvious, but my point is that I think that even mundane people such as myself with nothing all that interesting to say, but rather seem to stick to the background whilst all this bullshit goes on around them, actually do have something to say. They just tend to not want to get involved. I'm like that, the majority of my friends are like that. Thing is...I think, think being the key word here, that I have somewhat of a gift, that being a decent writer. I'm not bragging. I'm positive people haven't liked my writing. I worked a single semester at my college newspaper and they didn't want me back after that. That actually sucked for them because the guys who took over after me wrote some God-awful bullshit. Would you rather read about a zombie attack at a retirement home or the difficulty some prick had getting up in the morning? Zombies? I thought so. I was pretty edgy.

I think that'll do it for today, but if you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to ask someone else. Just kidding. Drop a line at piccolojr8@gmail.com

Sweet.