John's Blogging Razor (Sorry Occam.)

I'm not sure why my proverbial blogging river has been reduced to a trickle, but the best I've articulated it is that I'm just not very interested in what I have to say anymore, so I don't think you will be either.

Besides, with the last few posts of fecal matter I've left you to sift through, you probably don't want to come back anyway.

LI: Tom Ze- Elaeu

Sometimes I feel my heartbeat just to know I'm alive.

Please Disregard.

You know sometimes that there is stuff that you want, but you can't have it.

If you can't have it, should you just dream/think/consider (about) it all the time?

FUCK(ING STUPID SHIT THAT I'M ANGRY ABOUT.)

Stuff's gay.

Listening to: Yo La Tengo- Beanbag Chair

because being white gets boring

A few weeks ago I started to ask people what white people's n-word should be. A word that only we can use, but it's like a racial name. I didn't really come up with anything that had the ring of the n-word, but I started to use cracker. Now I call my parents, my friends, and my loved ones cracker. My mom hates it, so I've started to call her c-word instead. She doesn't like that much better, especially when strangers could interpret it as cunt or something.

But yeah, that's just something about me, cracker.

listening to: The Flaming Lips- Race For The Prize

1/2 parts epiphany, 1/2 parts idiocy.

I used to think that "I am God."

But I'm not. And neither are you.