Trace The Moment For Forever

I am at work on a Saturday morning. I can't really say I'm working, because the lines are dead, the work is done, and I'm not in the mood to vacuum just yet. Listening to music, chillin' with no shoes on, and now blogging. I don't usually mind working Saturdays, but I had plans this weekend (duh) and work is kind of interfering with them a bit. Ah, well, at least last night was fun.

I was actually pretty good last night. I did drink a bit much, and am feeling a bit hung over now, but I can't complain.... hehe.

So now for the difficult part: What to blog about?! I don't have anything of any interest to say, but of course, blogging isn't solely for the amusement of others, right? So I can go ahead and say whatever it is that I want to say, and nobody can tell me that it is unnecessary because it is MY blog, and if I write it, it is necessary to some degree. No, I don't have anything deep to discuss, but shallow can be okay once in a while.... which brings me to my shallowness, which has many different meanings to it. Ahem. Oh, yes. I'm pretty dense sometimes. I don't catch on quickly. I'm not witty or smart (shut up. don't say it, I'm not) and I just can't figure out some of the most obvious things around me. I need bluntness and straight-forwardness. Those nesses are clear for me, and I don't go on wandering in my bubble of ignorance. Of course, I've been told I have selective hearing, so maybe I choose not to hear these signs. Or maybe, I see, hear, and feel it all around me, but, for whatever reason that I may or may not be aware of, I choose to ignore them because sometimes, ignorance is bliss, and sometimes it's easier to just pretend, happy end, and sometimes you need several commas in a sentence to make your point, and to give off the sense of rambling that is sure to be clear by the end of this sentence, which isn't coming now, but now. But the choices I make, whether I want to hear something or not, believe it or not, are up to my personalities. I'm at a constant battle with myself, it seems like; two sides fighting to take over, and yet even a third in me witnessing the movie that's being created. They're in a bar fight (great analogy, right?) and I (whoever "I" am) am the bartender trying to break it up. I am the batter in a cage trying to hit the baseballs before they hit me, but the bat is too heavy to lift and swing properly. I am the elevator that holds the group of people rushing out to go to lunch, or who are going home for the day. I am the barricade that pushes back the fans that are shoving each other to touch their idol. I am a jester, able to easily juggle a few swords, but I continue to receive more swords, and rings, and flaming torches. Scatter-brained, I think. If I sound out of it, I believe you are correct. My body is still containing traces of liquor and I can feel it rise to my head. I can go for a cigarette about now, but that will spiral me down further into my dementia...........

.............I'm totally fucking kidding. I love you all! If you love me (Mr.), say it.



Btw, I love theStart's new album.