Top 5...

so, i went to a collective soul concert last night with a buddy of mine, and it was awesome! i got rocked. not simply because i thoroughly enjoy collective soul and they were playing at top-drawer, but because of a slew of other experiences one can only encounter in a concert atmosphere... so without further adieu, the top 5 shout-outs of valentine's day '05!



5. thank you to the roadies who set up, i could feel the bass not only in my feet and chest, but also in my brain (like when you put your head aginst the car window on the highway)... it felt nice.




4. thank you to mullet-wearing-rocker in front of me who every 3 minutes ran his thick, tattooed sausage fingers through his sweat glistening, greasy mullet (witch is a sight in itself) only to then flick the remaining cigarette purfused sweat into my open mouth as i was talking to my buddy jeremy... gagging ensued.




3. thank you to 40-year-old-asian-lady who kept screaming high pitched sexual propositions to band members right into my ears while simultaneously groping my ass and holding on to my arm... i lost your number, email me, and we'll talk.




2. thank you to drunken-bald-guy and fat-wife for unknowingly spilling the last of thier backwash-filled beers on my shirt while plowing their way to the front row to get a good spot to hold up thier now empty beer bottles and lighters and scream 'f%ck yeah! you rock! play free bird!'




1. thanks to jeremy hands and the severn's for the rockin' company and to low millions and collective soul for the rock! and thanks to valentine's day for not completely blowing like it has every other year for everyone who is single!





hope v-day was rockin' for all of you at the top of my list in blog-land and beyond!

Zingers...

so, i have been being rather nice to my body as of late; no sugars, no fatty carbs, no nitrates, no phosphates, lots of exercise, fresh fruit and vegies, etc... you get the idea. and i figure, once in a while, after living so fastidious, you just gotta do something to your body just to remind it who's in control. ya know, nothing overboard... maybe a double quarter pounder, a couple grilled stuffed burritos, a few pints of the fattiest ben and jerry's you can find, ya know, something on that order.


today i felt like my poison of choice would be 'zingers,' which are, quite possibly, the perfect food.


they have the nuclear resistance of twinkies, the fat content of della reese and enough sugar to rot the tusks off a bull elephant. in short, they're basically twinkies dusted to the eyeballs, and they're real good.


i was at sprawl-mart (thanks lil) purchasing more razor blades (venus3's, they shave better than the mach3's, lucky girls) as well as a luffa (i'm not ashamed) and i must have sensed that zingers were near... you can always tell they're not far when your molars go instinctually numb.


turns out, after searching for about 20 minutes, sprawl-mart doesn't actually carry zingers. of course, they do carry nascar hats with the number 21 on them, $8.88 fake wedding rings and the second season of 'northern exposure,' (which i would love to own) but nope! sorry! no stinkin' zingers.


i guess i'm just gonna have to piss my body off another way... or just keep eating well... but where's the fun in that?



if any of you have any awesome ideas (tacos filled with marshmallow goop, brocoli with cheese (sans the brocoli and add butter, bacon, and fries, ya know, whatever)) please let me know, i'm always in the market for ways to get my bowels to hate me!

Myself...

a good friend of mine asked me today why i haven't blogged much as of late. my response was that i feel as though i haven't seen, experienced, or done much worth blogging about...



that, however, is a huge cop-out.



blogging isn't about being interesting, or clever, or astute, or sounding intellegent, or deep; it's about being yourself.
and sometimes, yourself is very boring.



so to those wonderful and marvelous few who actually read my ordinary and humble blog, i apologize. because while i have been biding my time for something uncannily unusual to report or something philosophically arcane to intellectualize, i have been missing out on the opportunity to share myself with you all. and because of that, i miss out.

so, in the future, even though it might not be the most interesting news, i'll try to keep up; because it's not about what one says that is important, instead, it is those that listen, and that manner in which they do it that holds the greatest import...



so here's how i'll start this turn of this new leaf... i had dinner with a friend tonight, he vented about his relationship status with his girl, God, the future, and life... and i just listened... and it was wonderful.













and he paid 'cuz i forgot my wallet... and that was wonderful too.

Dream...

i dreamt i married the woman of my dreams last night (no pun intended). i don't remember what she looked like, but she was soft as down and was perfumed with cherry blossoms and morning dew.





i guess that narrows it down a bit.

state of the union...

what lives of inconsequence we lead. sometimes i wish i could kill the Myself and care for Another other than Me. it is unfortunate that it is so fiercely against my own nature to do so. we occlude oursleves in our own prisons of selfishness. we seek comfort and relaxation in the company of a glass and plastic box. we work to get the paycheck, to pay the bills, to lease the new car, to get to work, to get the paycheck. we move through life enjoying our bmw's and macintoshes and tivo's and leather couches while our brethren and sistren starve to death on the streets not simply from lack of bread, but lack of Daily Bread.


it is a pitiable day when one feels convinced that to be charitable, loving, peaceful, forgiving, kind and self-sacrificial: the things that we hold to be fully


humane.


is, in fact, to be completely


inhuman.








(more positive posts are coming, i swear! i have just been a bit discouraged and unimpressed with humanity as of late) ;-)