I just signed up for my second half marathon on March 12th. This means not eating as much fat shit, which is nearly impossible for me mostly because of my fondness for cheese, chocolate, butter, pig lard, egg nog, entire cows…you get the idea. So I guess subway will be my friend for the next two months. I also may have an issue with the fact that I am an asthmatic smoker living with two cats which magnify the effects of my terrible asthma and allergies. Oh well, I have already paid the fees, therefore I have to do it. I guess I’ll get going on my training right now. If I’m not back by tomorrow night send the k-9 unit. Cheerio.
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I realized today that I really have no time for writers block. I’ve been watching videos of my recent music obsessions and noting their incredible stage presence. My band told me tonight that I march in place when I play. I honestly have never thought about what I do while playing, but apparently it’s weird and rather awkward. Also, I’m planning on taking a different approach to writing(if my brain allows me to even write something decent) and I’m really obsessing over up-beat rock shit such as the Kaiser Chiefs, Wolfmother, and some other bands or maybe those are the only ones. If you’ve ever seen the fiery ball of sexy that is Ricky Wilson you will know what I’m talking about. I wanna hang from the rafters dammit! I wanna love you less and less every day. Mother fucker. Anyway, the point is, I’m going to be taking a few steps backward from the country shit and deviating to something, oh I don’t know, not that. The last thing I need to do is chain smoke til 1 in the morning but I’m afraid that’s what might happen tonight. As I type my parrot is attempting to shove his beak up my nostril. What has happened to my life? I’m 25 and sitting stagnant in a tropical jungle disguised as a bedroom.
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I am thinking of the past. Again. And I am realizing that even if I went back after looking so fondly on the memories of the various places I have lived, I probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do in my own head. I probably didn’t enjoy it that much when it was happening. Memories always seem better as just that. Nothing is ever as good when it’s happening. Maybe I should change that.
I think it’s time to start painting weird shit that no one understands and no one will ever see.
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Praying for lung capacity
I just signed up for my second half marathon on March 12th. This means not eating as much fat shit, which is nearly impossible for me mostly because of my fondness for cheese, chocolate, butter, pig lard, egg nog, entire cows…you get the idea. So I guess subway will be my friend for the next two months. I also may have an issue with the fact that I am an asthmatic smoker living with two cats which magnify the effects of my terrible asthma and allergies. Oh well, I have already paid the fees, therefore I have to do it. I guess I’ll get going on my training right now. If I’m not back by tomorrow night send the k-9 unit. Cheerio.
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This That and the Other
I realized today that I really have no time for writers block. I’ve been watching videos of my recent music obsessions and noting their incredible stage presence. My band told me tonight that I march in place when I play. I honestly have never thought about what I do while playing, but apparently it’s weird and rather awkward. Also, I’m planning on taking a different approach to writing(if my brain allows me to even write something decent) and I’m really obsessing over up-beat rock shit such as the Kaiser Chiefs, Wolfmother, and some other bands or maybe those are the only ones. If you’ve ever seen the fiery ball of sexy that is Ricky Wilson you will know what I’m talking about. I wanna hang from the rafters dammit! I wanna love you less and less every day. Mother fucker. Anyway, the point is, I’m going to be taking a few steps backward from the country shit and deviating to something, oh I don’t know, not that. The last thing I need to do is chain smoke til 1 in the morning but I’m afraid that’s what might happen tonight. As I type my parrot is attempting to shove his beak up my nostril. What has happened to my life? I’m 25 and sitting stagnant in a tropical jungle disguised as a bedroom.
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Smoking cigarettes on a porch at midnight(with Townes Van Zandt)
I am thinking of the past. Again. And I am realizing that even if I went back after looking so fondly on the memories of the various places I have lived, I probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do in my own head. I probably didn’t enjoy it that much when it was happening. Memories always seem better as just that. Nothing is ever as good when it’s happening. Maybe I should change that. I think it’s time to start painting weird shit that no one understands and no one will ever see.
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