Word,
Here it goes: blogging...
How hipster am I? I can feel the ankles of my jeans tightening, egads.
People have told me I got a way with words so at this point I got to start doing something to exercise what (apparently) I'm good at. My passion for the English language knows no bounds and even if it did it would probably be pole vaulting the fucker on a daily basis. Aiming for gold round here.
Blogging, the very act itself evokes conflicting emotions in me.
On the one hand I think peoples desperate and constant need for attention causes them to do all sorts of useless shit (see: Twitter) at the sacrifice of personal privacy. Reality TV sans the TV, cameras or anyone that could give a fuck as to what you ate for dinner, what you did today or whether or not your cat is the greatest cat to ever live in cat history (and just to be clear, no it isn't: Battlecat from He-Man was).
On the other hand I can't stop reading peoples blogs and now I want in. I feel like I'm being excluded from this exclusive club that all the 'happening' people are frequenting and I'm standing at the doors trying to look old/cool enough to walk past the bouncer. Well, turns out the bouncer is actually just a standard sign up form and not some bald headed, muscle bound, tribal tattoo having, tap-out shirt wearing, 'may not be smart but can lift heavy things' being, intimidating asshole.
So without further ado...BOOM I'm in like Flynn baby!!
Now as I write all this, I have a chameleon who is the greatest ever on my left hand while listening to Iron and Wine after smoking a joint with the missus having just gotten back from the park and dinner (Peanut stir-fry= crazy delicious).
I know, right? Hypocrite.
Cheers
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