Despite what I say sometimes, I hate music. I honestly do for the most part. It tends to get in the way of thinking. It's a crutch that one's sadness hobbles into forever on. See what I mean? It's evaporates thinking and diminishes every concept it washes away. I believe it was Chris Mars of The Replacements who penned the lyrics: "I hate music, it's got too many notes." If it was Paul Westerberg who wrote that, well....sorry man....I'll just have another glass of shiraz. But dude, man, are you fucking shitting me?? AOfockingLdotcom????!!!!! *BIG BOGGLE* nnn

See what I mean? Music gets me all off course. I should shut myself in a world of silence and just pretend that I'm listening to music. I was, earlier this afternoon as I just missed a two railer 8 ball in the corner pocket shot by mere centemeters at my favourite pub, THE FIREHOUSE, sort of planning to write some shite about Mozilla Firefox and XHTML and CSS, but as you can see, music has got me careening ofcourse. I should just turn the shit off and move on to more lucid topics like my idea for winning the drunk vote in the upcoming village election......I will provide rides for people who are too drunk to drive to the polls to vote. Lucid and topical stuff like that.

Instead, I've had to write all THIS tedious shite just to get to the rest of the tedious shite to follow. It really shouldn't be that hard. Emily wonders why I dont listen to music much. This is why for the most part.

So fock all. Just give me a few bloogs to kill. Not this one, though.....Brian's Messy Life needs no help from me, nor will it get any. As for THIS one, from Matthew Casteel, well....my man, DONT make reach for my BIBLE and start quoting II Corinthians 3.6. Don't make. Don't make me. Maybe it's just well that I'm listening to music.....I'm spared listening to his first audio blog. Perhaps some other day when silence reigns. Perhaps not.

Most likely not.

But just when I thought that hope had waxed....., I come across Frog Collectibles, a fun and fanciful look at Kenneth's frog collection. Effortless. I immediately view his complete profile, hoping for somthing I can sink my vicious teeth into, only to find that Kenneth, age 43, also has a blog featuring his Grandma Gert's Recipes. *sigh*

Onward.

Maybe I need the music after all. As soon as I pop that sucker back on I find yondaime, and all the ponderous viciousness comes back. I don't know what the fuck this dude is talking about for the most part...a lot of it seems written in javascript....and there's not all that much of it....and as for that poem(?) about Man U and Exeter playing to a 0-0 draw....well...you gotta learn to bend that slant rhyme like Beckham, dude...or like Bukowski. Or like me.....*sigh*

And HERE's why no one should ever do New Years resolutions. No tinkleflower, uumh...its january o8,2005??? now over by here one time there once and i think it would be the right time for ME to have a blog!!!
hehehe!!! HEEEhhheehHEEEEEEE!!! *insert focking smiley here*

Okay....okay....like y'all...I wonder what Micheli will change my boyfriend says i'm the best to when the relationship becomes crushed like a little insect. But then again, who am I to say no?? I'm ME, that's who. And after all, this blooging is really all about ME!! hehehe!!! HEEEhhheehHEEEEEEE!!! *insert focking smiley here*

What I should do is spend the rest of the night drinking Goebels beer, eating garlic peanuts listening to Piblokto; Incredible String Band; Michael Hurley; and Hank Ballard and the Midnighters; while looking at blogs like jenrjsnr. ....::::: I'm Just A Girl :::::: ........ eZa-DoLL Loves LeviS `Guy ...... ~~~~~~If Its ToO Loud~~~ [[[ Den You're Too oLD]]] I am mostly glad to be her passionate reader! I invite her gladly to become MY passionate reader and if she sends me an e.mail or (preferably) a neomail, I will thank her profusely. I might even go kinkie and get a blinkie if only I had a linkie. Maybe I'll chase that Strohs down with a little Rock & Rye. Maybe I'll find even edgier chick bloogs like The Decree and 40 hours later I will be wandering the streets of Mt. Horeb with a cup of coofee and a buttermilk donut wondering who won the focking ballgame.

Maybe that will happen. But not to me.

Mood: Sullen & HaHaHaHateful
Wine: DARLING CELLARS Black Granite Shiraz 2002
Music: "White & Lazy" The Replacements


posted by Fat Nakago at 11:31 PM