Live Blog – Over

Random snippets of my day. Thoughts. Events. Songs. Stuff. Shall we?

After you..

Things I REALLY HATE WITH A PASSION: People telling me what to do. People calling me crazy. I've been to enough mental health professionals of whom I asked, Am I, in fact, crazy?

Nope. Just regular kick in the balls depression. Oh and a big case of the I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT YOU OR MAKING YOU HAPPY AND IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH TOO FUCKING BAD BRO -itis.

Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life. Literally. Top five, hands down. August tends to be a bad month for me historically. And yes, I'm serious.

Fresh air, Bastille's Wild World, and THC saved my life today. Period. End stop.

Dan Smith of said Bastille arranges words in a way that makes me say "fuck!" out loud as a jealous writer. And admirer.

"You make me laugh until I die. Can you think of any better way to choke?"

Fuck you, Dan Smith and your little crooked front tooth I love so much.

Wondering now if "Fuck yeah it is!!" wasn't the correct response to the young person at the DD drive thru when she said, "Great song!" after I pulled up semi-blaring Michael Jackson's 'Billie Jean'…

It totally was. It was right at a really bitchin' part.

Fuck yeah it is, Millenial. The likes of which you've never seen before or will again.

Speaking of that … I secretly love Trump's calling out NK. Either put up or shut up. And whatever they have, the USA has more, better, faster, deadlier, etc. We wouldn't even have to actually send people there. It could be a parking lot in minutes.

Driving, the Linkin Park song came on…I tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter.

You know who knows that? Fucking Linkin Park!

And me. I know in the end it all doesn't matter. But there are weird, quirky things that fucking matter to me. They fucking matter. And yet that matters to nobody! It's madness.

And if you don't mind, I'm going to have MY feelings, which I have every right to have, until it doesn't fucking matter anymore and I'm dead.

I think it's time for some Drake, I think..

Stay…tuned…for more thoughts…

(Having this on phone is dangerous!)

I love Mexican food.

Update, two people visited the live blog. Lovely.

Anywho, radio gods didn't let me down after I finally shut off Bastille for good.

My Prerogative – Bobby Brown

They say I'm crazy, I really don't care. That's my prerogative (btw I'm really not, the doctors said so).

Then: she's a beauty! A one in A million girl! Why would I lie?

Don't fall in love! If you do then you'll find out she don't love you!

Great 80's song. I wonder if it was in a movie? For some reason I have a strong connection to that song. Don't know why.

Then….you guys, radio gods gave me Ice Cube! Cuz big dicks in your mouth is bad for your health!

Words to live by really.

Home. Excited to kick back and watch Bill Maher from last night. I was too busy watching LivePD. Which you have to watch if you aren't already. It's on tonight on a&e. You're welcome.

This came today! Woooooo!

Luke, The Last Jedi, AND fall movie preview? I'm in. But after Real Time.

One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone says or writes "First" then NEVER uses "Second" and "Third." The CEO at Google just did it. And you just can't do it. What is happening to grammar and language in general?

11:05PM btw

Another pet peeve…men who don't get their neck hair line thing cleaned up. You can pop into any barber or Super Cuts to get it done. Cheaply. But noooooo… You get to be Wolfman but I have to be smooth as a dolphin. And you don't do that, not manscape?

Well, Saturday is over. Usually I stay up late on Saturday but I'm ready to hit the hay. Super emotional couple of days. Draining. More days like that ahead.

Good night. Thanks for letting me share some brain with you.


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