OK, so i just put on my equivalent of a thinking cap... a black pair of plastic wayfarer rims, that cost 1.99 excluding tax.
I'm going to write, i don't know entirely what about, but I'm going to pour all of my weird little thoughts out of my brain and onto the dingy keyboard.
I will probably bore the crap out of you, but hey, nobody is reading this blog, so i will be your ex-lax of the day, if you actually read this and not just glance periodically for more pictures of us in crazy outfits doing crazy things.
I've been watching so much t.v. it is not even semi-humorous, i blame it on boredom, and how goddamn funny it is watching some retard blond suck up to the queen of all blonde's, Malibu barbie herself, Paris Hilton.
it may sound lame and wannabe hipster, but i am kinda glad I'm not really well known on the Internet, because i wouldn't be cool and underground revaluation-like.
i am a million percent positive, that i am not the coolest blogger out there, I'm just another subversive, hip blogs out there about art, fashion, music and the general suck-ish-ness of life.
i wouldn't' even say my blog is cool. it doesn't have enough pictures, Americans have the attention span of a fly in a garbage heap, and without pictures, they just go to another piece of trash.
if i shut down my blog, thousands would not morn. Nay, even hundreds would not morn.
maybe five. if I'm lucky.
and they would just find another like me. Internet shows us, no matter how weird, there is always another like us.
it's funny, nowadays, we are so connected, but we have as a human race, left behind the need for close relationships, and swapped it for a hundred acquaints, that know are favorite color or food only because we posted it on out myspace.
im done for this moment.
p.r./.r.c.t.f.o.o.m.h. (post rant/random crap that flows out of my head )
i promise some of said pictures, i will do about eleven.
you were reading, right?