someone say I never update my blog

whos updated now!

Thanks...

I want to thank everyone who means something to me...the few people you are.

Thanks for being part of my life

I'm poor and I need another job

Damn need for money and things and stuff to get to the things to get the stuff with the money and it all takes money!

I need to become a better planner, with everything.

I'm really not an artist

I bought a paint brush today!

God I'm an ass, I came up with an idea to paint stuff so I would have something to hang on my walls.

I will post what I make at some point.

Jesus Look At That Snow

I just woke up and it's snowing, softly…Like a dove dropped into a cotton candy machine, but the dove doesn’t die from being spun around an super high speed, instead it just giggles it’s dove giggle, which is oh so soft.

It's like I'm in some kind of fairytale world where I wake up and see the most beautiful snow storm I have ever seen and this gives me comfort, but then I realizes I'm out of smokes and have to walk to the corner store in this beautiful snow storm, possibly getting frost bite in the process

Why am I not an artist?!?

Yesterday I was at work. I work at a craft store, you know one of those places that sell ribbons and paint and markers and tons of holiday crap way too early and their main clientele is old angry women who just want to talk to someone but they never talk about stuff that is interesting like the old people in movies. They just want you to know that the place where you work doesn't carry the type of yarn they want and it's your fault, even though you're no where near the fucking yarn!!! But I digress. Yesterday at work my Boss Rick, a man who could totally be the love child of Ted Nugent and Elvis, a man who is in his late 40's and has worked at this same craft store for 20 years, was talking, like humans tend to do, about how Bush is evil or how gun control is silly silly silly or how microwaves give you brain damage I forget. But anyway out of the blue he says something in almost a whisper, like he knows there are microphones everywhere in the store and if the "fat cats up stairs" heard this they would be down there to can him five minutes later. Rick says, "I want to make art, be an artist not like these jackasses who shop here...buying a paint brush don't make you an artist man." Now I've heard forms of this argument many times, but for some reason the fact it came from him really hit me. He was right, not just about the fact the tool doesn't make the artist, but about everything and I'm sure he doesn't even realizes it, which may be why it's so pure an observation. What are any of us? Are you what you do? Is the skill the man or is it visa versa?

I have no idea but I plain on finding out.

I once had one of these thing...

Yeah I had this blog, but it got old and tired and now it just sits there drooling on it's self. Yet I can't just put it down. Someday I might think of something neat to put there. But until that day, that never comes, comes, I'll start something new, frash, and happening. It will be a lil something to let me breath out, when all I feel like I'm doing is holding my breath.

So let me explain what I plan on putting here. (and I'll put it in convinet list form!)

1. Total bullshit: I think about alot of stuff like most people and most of it is bullshit, like most people. I'll be putting most, if not all, of it here

1 and half. lots of spelling and grammer mistakes (don't point them out, it's part of my charm)

2. Points of view aka bullshit jr: I'll read something disagree or agree and I'll share this.

3. A podcast of me doing monologs about more bullshit!: I might have friends or family on this also, don't know yet.

4. Philosophic life changing advice: Stay Tuned

and more stuff as I think of it.

I think this will be interesting.
Wont you join me?