Frosted Flakes with 1/3 less sugar.

Just ain't as good as the original...

Oh well.

Old job offer fell through. Guess I'll be a zombie for awhile. Since I'll have no nightlife, I'll accept invites to lunch during the week.

98 in a 70.

Goddammit.


At least I got to see that.

The beach at 7am.

Last night was pretty rock and roll. Went over to Morgan's pad in Long Beach and started drinking around 11pm. I thought it was going to be a slow night, hell, we were whining and drinking like girls. But around 3am we heard the beeping of what we thought was a tow truck. Going to investigate, we met his neighbors who were out on their porch. Next thing you know, it's 7am and we're walking to the beach.

Good fuckin' times.

9-5

We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless

Aesop Rock summed it up quite well right there.

What I want to know is, are my talents being squandered if I'm only using them to make the people close to me happy?

I fucking absolutely think not.

It makes me happy if anyone enjoys any little thing I do. Call me a simple man, but it's fucking true. Do I really need to push myself to get my shit out for people everywhere to scrutinize when 95% of them probably won't? Call me selfish, but I do it for me. It's just a huge bonus that I'm surrounded by people who enjoy it as well. So what if it's on a small scale, I don't think I really need to worry myself about what others think. My shit's dope. End.

Work.

It's begun again. After a relaxing 6 weeks of unemployment, my first day of work was today. Went pretty well. Now to get other things started.

What a way to finish it.

My unemployment ends on Tuesday. Starting a new job. The past week has been 5 nights of partying pretty hard. Might be unhealthy but, fuck, it sure was a blast. The Summer of Love is beginning to come together.

Time?

Just read an interesting quote...

"Does time speed up the happier you are?"

Sometimes it sure seems like it.

Up way past dawn.

Good times drinking with friends until 8am. Can't imagine many better ways to spend my time.

One of those nights...

I hope I helped.

After a week of postponement.

Finally got a fucking interview.

Bullshit.

And that was how they killed him, covered in the ashes of his dearest friend.

Just finished reading Preacher. Best story I've ever read in my entire life. Thoroughly entertaining for the length of its nearly 2000 pages. Granted, it is a comic book (or graphic novel as a true nerd would tell you), but the man behind it is a genius. The themes he discussed, problems he addressed, everything really made you feel like you could be or have been in a similar situation. Probably not as dangerous or violent, however. Anyone reading this crap blog should pick up Preacher by Garth Ennis, man is a genius.

Cowboys.

Trying to make last call after running out of beer makes perfect sense when you're already drunk.

Continuing the theme.

I think I've come to the conclusion that all we are are selfish pricks. The entire human race. Every last fucking one of us. Would we do something nice for people if it didn't make us feel good for doing it? Even the kindest hearted people are doing good out of the satisfaction they get for it. Are we able to not be selfish?

I'm fucking trying.

Trust.

No matter how hard you try, can you really trust someone completely? Can people truly be honest? We're a race that lives for self preservation. With that being our top priority, possibly our only instinct, do we even have the capacity to trust completely?

I hope so.

Birthdays.

Are best served with Pabst and whiskey.

I used to enjoy this.

I remember having time to myself and just enjoying the hell out of it. But 3 days pretty isolated is driving me insane. I mean, I've got things to entertain me, things that I enjoy very much. But it's hard to do them all damn day and not get tired.

Good thing I'm getting drunk tonight.

I've always wanted to be a cowboy...

I began reading Preacher again today. What a great fucking story. Jesse Custer must be the best protagonist in anything I've ever read. It just kind of brought up a question... If I had the Word of God, would I abuse it or use it responsibly? I've been in situations where I wish I could just say something that would make it all better. But would I be a better person for doing so? Especially if it involved overtaking someone's free will? Now, I've accepted that people make their own decisions, and my political views are quite libertarian, but would it be wrong to make someone do something against their own will... Who am I to judge what's good for someone else?