Crappy 50th
Actually, on this inanely historical 50th blog post, I'll start with good news. Fulfilling a longtime goal, I've recently signed on as a contributing writer/reviewer at Geekburger.com, an established zine catering especially to music of the punk, hardcore, and metal varieties. Hopefully I won't fuck up too badly, as inexperienced as I am writing serious reviews, but repetition should help me improve rather quickly, I think. I should have a review or two posted shortly, with many more to follow.
The bad news, I'm still hatching get rich quick schemes instead of dealing with reality. Really, I guess I'm comfortable with that. Delusional living provides endless entertainment, with fantasies of gigantic refrigerators, Swiss Family Robinson-esque treehouse-living improved by plumbing and electricity, stables full of exotic women with perfect blond and brunette manes, and having mad cash so cops overlook unfortunate blood stains. That's why drugs are so popular, because the imagination is always far greater if you're not Bill Gates.
When the local pool closes, I'll be out another job, but I'm also starting as a part-time bartender tomorrow, at an upscale joint called the Wine Room. With rich people tips I'll upgrade my whip, and with rich people patrons maybe I'll slip inside the life of a bountiful, botoxed sugar mama. I can be her drink-fixing eye-candy pool-boy tireless sex machine. Wish me fuck luck.
Lastly, fuuuuuuuuck, I really wanna remix Cadillac Don and J-Money's "Peanut Butter & Jelly." The beat is so nice and laid back, it screams "ride me." And with "Chicken Noodle Soup" blowin' up the radio, what better time for a gangsta track 'bout PB&J sandwiches?
"Inside peanut buttuh, outside jelly,
without bread ain't a sandwich 'swhat my mama tell me.
Whole wheat bread with the crust lopped off,
don't like it toasted so my loaf stay soft."
The bad news, I'm still hatching get rich quick schemes instead of dealing with reality. Really, I guess I'm comfortable with that. Delusional living provides endless entertainment, with fantasies of gigantic refrigerators, Swiss Family Robinson-esque treehouse-living improved by plumbing and electricity, stables full of exotic women with perfect blond and brunette manes, and having mad cash so cops overlook unfortunate blood stains. That's why drugs are so popular, because the imagination is always far greater if you're not Bill Gates.
When the local pool closes, I'll be out another job, but I'm also starting as a part-time bartender tomorrow, at an upscale joint called the Wine Room. With rich people tips I'll upgrade my whip, and with rich people patrons maybe I'll slip inside the life of a bountiful, botoxed sugar mama. I can be her drink-fixing eye-candy pool-boy tireless sex machine. Wish me fuck luck.
Lastly, fuuuuuuuuck, I really wanna remix Cadillac Don and J-Money's "Peanut Butter & Jelly." The beat is so nice and laid back, it screams "ride me." And with "Chicken Noodle Soup" blowin' up the radio, what better time for a gangsta track 'bout PB&J sandwiches?
"Inside peanut buttuh, outside jelly,
without bread ain't a sandwich 'swhat my mama tell me.
Whole wheat bread with the crust lopped off,
don't like it toasted so my loaf stay soft."
posted by Mr. Pibba at 12:29 AM
2 Comments:
I just hope sluggish doesn't equate to boring and/or cumbersome. If so, then I suck worse than I thought.
Perhaps, though more specificity on your part would be helpful and appreciated. I respect criticism, but it's worthless if too general and vague, you know? It doesn't tell me what to consider and correct.
Is this sense of boring a recurring theme, or related to specific posts? Do you have any suggestions for improvement...blah blah blah, you know what I mean...
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