My blog consists mostly, if not only of various rants, chronicles of dreams and Bukowski.
I only recently started reading Bukowski's poems, and I have enjoyed everything- well, most everything I've read so far. I love the gloomy, bitter, deadpan cynicism of it all.
Here's looking at you, you wonderful, cranky old drunk man. :hat-tip:
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Reading Murakami, Bukowski, Sylvia Plath, Vonnegut et al.
I can almost imagine an older version of myself, reading this blog after a long time and thinking to herself what a pretentious little asshat she used to be. -.-
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Hello, minuscule portion of the world that chooses to read my blog.
I haven't blogged in a while. No significant thoughts to share, no bizarre dreams to document.
Now that I mention it, hardly anything that happens to me can be deemed blogworthy.
Earlier this week I dreamt about being trapped in a crashing plane filled with convicts, a la Con Air, but everyone had horse heads. So? Who gives a damn?
[I did have that dream. No joke.]
To quote Easy A, a movie I have watched at least 3 times during the course of today:
"I don't know what your generation's fascination is with documenting your every thought...but I can assure you, they're not all diamonds. "Roman is having an OK day, and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof." Who gives a rat's ass?"
Exactly. Not many people.
And to be honest, I'd have it no other way. When a significant portion of your family is out and about on facebook, you REALLY need to check and double check anything you do on there.Which means I can't have status updates like "Snickerdoodle has been wasting her life away by reading smutty fanfiction and drinking mango juice. Because YOLO"
You get the idea, no?
So, in a way, this blog is my solace, my treehouse. I'm not bound by certain :norms: that I need to keep in mind when I post things on here. I can vent and vent as much as I like and not have to be answerable to anybody. And Lord knows how much I can vent.
God, blogs. Without them I'd still probably be trying to maintain a diary, and we all know how excellent my track record is in that area. :shudder:
Kthxbai.
I haven't blogged in a while. No significant thoughts to share, no bizarre dreams to document.
Now that I mention it, hardly anything that happens to me can be deemed blogworthy.
Earlier this week I dreamt about being trapped in a crashing plane filled with convicts, a la Con Air, but everyone had horse heads. So? Who gives a damn?
[I did have that dream. No joke.]
To quote Easy A, a movie I have watched at least 3 times during the course of today:
"I don't know what your generation's fascination is with documenting your every thought...but I can assure you, they're not all diamonds. "Roman is having an OK day, and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof." Who gives a rat's ass?"
Exactly. Not many people.
And to be honest, I'd have it no other way. When a significant portion of your family is out and about on facebook, you REALLY need to check and double check anything you do on there.Which means I can't have status updates like "Snickerdoodle has been wasting her life away by reading smutty fanfiction and drinking mango juice. Because YOLO"
You get the idea, no?
So, in a way, this blog is my solace, my treehouse. I'm not bound by certain :norms: that I need to keep in mind when I post things on here. I can vent and vent as much as I like and not have to be answerable to anybody. And Lord knows how much I can vent.
God, blogs. Without them I'd still probably be trying to maintain a diary, and we all know how excellent my track record is in that area. :shudder:
Kthxbai.
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