Day 1 has just begun, I'm bruised, burnt, dazed and numb

Those words up there? In the title are stolen from someone. Stolen from someone who writes much better than I do. Hell... could be anyone. But I know, and I'm not gonna tell. Their secret is safe with me.

So someone pointed out to me today that I should "publish" a blog. I'm taking their advice and doing that. I don't think the exact words used were anything to the tune of "Fuckin' A man, you write some Pulitzer prize kind of shit", but I'll build on that. Just you wait.

I've kept random thoughts, and the contents of my brain over at another page, but never had the urge to share anything that comes and goes in my cobwebby little head with anyone else. Perhaps I'll try that now, while maintaining the other blog. This is where I'll leave the more obvious. Some day I'll get the two confused and I'll tell my other blog that I had waffles for dinner, and explain to this blog how last night i shoved 4 AA batteries in my ass, and only 3 came out.

Who am I? What is it that I do? What makes me tick? What am I afraid of? What are my vices? Am I addicted to anything? How many cats do I have? What is my living situation? Where do I work? What kind of people do I hate? What kind of people do I love? If i could be anywhere, where would I be? What is the best/worst/funniest/scariest/most homoerotic/most dangerous thing I've ever done? Things like that. That's what I plan to lay out in this here blog. It should be like a roller coaster that never goes up or down, and just plateaus. I guess it will be more like a road.

Who am I? My name is Noah. I'm 29 years old and live in South Eastern Pennsylvania. I live with 3 roommates and a cat that I love more than myself. My parents live in Greenville, NC and I've never had a better relationship in my life than I do with them. They're my best friends. I work for a small stereo store in Hatfield, PA. Come November I'll have been there for 9 years. It's hard to imagine, but it's even harder to imagine being anywhere else. It's what I know. It's, to an extent, what I've helped create. I enjoy what I do as much as anyone can enjoy their jobs. If it was fun, they wouldn't call it work. I'm a smoker, and have been for a long time. I hate it. I hate it with a fucking passion. If there was one thing I could do and not fail at, it would be quitting smoking. I've tried on countless occasions, but I lack the will power to just "stop".


I listen to a ton of music. I like having a soundtrack to my life. The majority of my collection is from early 80's to current punk rock. With heavy focus on the Midwest US. The best music comes from the heartland, it's in the bible, and it's science. I'm that positive. I don't think I'm down with the radio anymore. I haven't listened to FM radio since 1999, and I know this, and am very happy about it. What I think is on the radio, is what I hear coming out of crappy jukeboxes and even crappier bars. I could be wrong, and I could really be missing out... oh well, it's a risk i'm 100% willing to take. I'll listen to most anything, provided there is some heart behind it, and unfortunately what's coming over your FM airwaves is all driven by money, and the desire to make it. Puppets. People singing songs that other people wrote. People who couldn't or wouldn't sing the songs themselves. Boo. I call shenanigans on you, FM Radio, and all you stand for. I got a little side tracked there... chalk that up to something I'm passionate about. I'm not too down with dancey technoey crap, but firmly believe that this has nothing to do with this paragraph which is about MUSIC. I will be happy to cover it in my future entry, "How to get a Goddamn headache". It should be a real riveting read.

Well, I'm thinking I'm going to round out entry number 1 at this time. Stay tuned kids, prepare for what will most certainly not be a blog you will remember for the rest of your life. I'm gonna go shower now, and get ready to beat someone in 9 ball later. Get psyched. I am.


Tootles... worms.