Saturday, January 29, 2005

I have this.... desire to wrote something. Alas, nothing to write about... So for the sake of humanity, I shall start writing about my thoughts, my surroundings... all in train of thought.

Here goes nothing... this is pure, 110% train of thought....

I'm sitting in my living room, my maroon blanket wrapped around me. My grail-a pink plastic wine cup that was purchased for me at Wal-Mart-is filled with Coke. My brother is flipping through channels.... I hate that fat fuck. Every time a commercial comes on, he starts zooming through channels and never even gives time to comprehend what is on the T.V... I actually hate the idea of scanning while watching something. What's the point? You're not going to watch it, because you already missed the beginning. I think Andrew needs to learn something... anything. He can't do shit that is worth marketing. I ask him what he can offer to get a job, and he draws a blank. I mean, Josh is a friggin' computer nut, Anna knows Animals, Rachel is some kind of crazy ass artist.... all talented people. All of them know what they are talking about. I also know for a fact, people I have just listed have more talents then that, and all of you I did not list don't need to be listed.... we all know what you let us know, and we appretiate your talents (or at least I do).

You know, I wonder what people would say if I voiced some of my true opinions. I may be a little crazy, but I think I have some thoughts that people might actually find worth listening too... no matters, when ever I speak up anymore, nobody listens. Sometimes I get interrupted... I don't like that. I mean, it happens.... but some people do it more then what I would care for. Another thing don't like is how some people just take things by presentation alone... presentation can be useful... in advertising, but hell, who really cares if I can give someone honest info without jumping up and down. Since when did people decide not to listen to me if I am not cracking some kind of sick joke? I would think it would be the other way around, but if I amuse people. That might just be my little place in the hierarchy of friendship, no?

My brother plays a lot of Xbox.... I'm really thinking on selling it. It does nothing for me... and I never play it. I could use the money for something I could use.

I don't want to be so mean anymore, I was never liked this before (year ago, two years ago?)... I wonder what happened... something happened, but I don't remember.

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I'll end it at that. Some train of though for y'all. It won't do anything, but now I updated this blog, and I can wait till I am motivated to do so again.




posted @ 10:38 PM

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