Goddamn. I love this weather. More than I love myself, and that's saying something. I'm high up on the list of my favorite people in the world. There's hardly anyone better than me. I've got great taste in music, I'm a pretty fun guy, it's nice waking up next to me every morning, I shower every day, I always smell nice, I've got a great personality and above all... I've got me a perfect cat.
Enough about me, let's talk about you. Uhm.. you know what, I don't really wanna do that. This is my blog after all.. if you wanna talk about you, get your own goddamn blog. It's easy. Then you, and you alone, can write all of your insanely uncollected thoughts down and talk about how kick ass you are. That's pretty much what we've got going on behind this here computer screen... me kicking ass.
I'm the least confident person ever. The above paragraphs are no direct reflection of how I actually feel about myself. I'm shy, unless I've been drinking, I consider myself to be relatively boring, I wake up alone a lot, I don't really shower all that much, I don't smell to great, and my personality... well, it leave a lot to be desired. However, my taste in music? Unrivaled.
I might be driving/riding to Indianapolis on 9/26/09 to get me a kitty cat. You see, I've got this douchebag friend named Punkrockjeff. He is pretty much losing everything... house, truck and cat. He's moving back in with the family, and his dad is having no parts of the PRJ bringing a kitty into the house. He's got his claws, which is good... he's an inside cat... which I like, and I've met the little dude and he seems to be pretty cool. I'm wondering if this will actually happen, and once I get the little bastard home, how Mr. Jim is going to handle things. I'm sure it will be fine, but only time will tell.
All right... enough of me doing nothing... time to work. I'm gonna dole out some hugs tonight, so you watch yourselves or you might just be the recipient of a half falling down goofy grin hug from this half-worthless sack of shit.
Man... this was not what I was aiming for when I started this one.
Needs more rain. Needs less me. Needs more you. Good morning sunshine. You're running out of time, you're not getting any younger, you're certainly not getting any better... but you are learning more and more every day and for what it's worth, it's worth all the while. Ew... awful Green Day lyric that wasn't supposed to happen... but my fingers wouldn't stop, and now i'm past the point of no return.
I wanna sit and watch it rain later.
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