So this cat has taken an unnatural liking to me I think. Well maybe not unnatural, but man, he’s clearly attached at the hip like a dog would be. It would be endearing if it meant I could get away for five seconds. Of course since I was gone all weekend, he’s made up for lost time….nothing like having a cat sleep on your shoulder when you’re watching tv – uncomfortable

Which reminds me, I need to change his name again. Dr Mark H Catley isn’t as funny to me anymore.

So I’m on my own….again…the only plus side is that I can stay up in bed with the L.top and sing along to Radiohead and blog. (Oh yeah, the laptop is now the L.top, and of course the Radiohead album is The Bends – the only real sing along album I find…..OK maybe Pablo Honey is but I never got into it, and I know yes, Creep is VERY much a sing-along blah blah….and OK Computer is too I suppose, but the weird moments that would define the later part of the career are kicking in and it’s harder to flat out sing along without making the words up and hoping no one notices you’re full of shit.)

I’ve been toying with the idea of doing the dishes, or maybe using some work-out equipment, or maybe watching a movie…..but fuck it, too lazy.

It’s true I am. Tomorrow I have to get up and finally register the car this has been in the pipeline for months, and I’m two days away from the deadline. Blah. Means getting up and spending money. Two things I’m not big on lately.

I’d post a few more songs, but since none of the previous ones were downloaded at all I figure demand is low enough I can not bother.

Well I’m done. Ta ta.

Jesus, I’m terrible. All this work, change blog locales, and still I never write anymore. Honestly I really can’t be bothered.

Nothing really changes, so I’m somewhat in a rut, although it should be noted that unlike previous ruts, this one is good. I’ve held a job for a year and a half, which sad but true is the longest that has ever occurred, and I feel somewhat certain that I could find myself in different, more challenging, better paid positions in the future.

Do I want that? Ha. Don’t bother to ask, I ‘m terrible really. I seem completely incapable of planning out my life past the next 24 hours. I will actually FIGHT rather than do so it seems. I can imagine this must be the most infuriating thing to others, but I seem to love the flying by the edge of my seat life I have going here. To everyone annoyed by this, I wish I could change, I feel for you really, but TFS.

This isn’t to say I don’t plan for the future, think things through, put $$$ aside in mutual funds….hell I’ve lived my online life on reality websites….now home ownership, that’s a commitment.

I swear I’m not a flake, more like an ant/grasshopper hybrid. That stupid parable stuck with me at an early age and apparently made quite the impression. I now plan like the ant, but live my life on the fly, maybe not being such a fuck-up as the grasshopper was, but the guy knew how to let it all slide and go with the flow.

I honestly don’t see why one can’t do both. Why does it have to be that the ant is some type of insect Einstein, while the grasshopper is the town drunk everyone has a story about, usually ending with “…and then he went to the drunk tank that night”? Plus let’s be honest, ants are nasty and mean and there are far too many walking around inside my apartment.

It should be noted I’m quite tired – overtired by now really, as in too tired to sleep at the moment – but it was worth it because I got my D. back earlier than I thought I would. While we’re on the subject, I apologize as well to you in particular for having to put up with my complete inability to make a decision. Enjoy the ride sucker!
Oh, I sooooo need to link the song I’m listening to now… Men Without Hats – Pop Goes The World …..it’s fun.

Now that that is done, I’m on another song I want to upload. Hell, why not. Herb Alpert – This Guy’s In Love With You. Believe it or not, these aren’t “guilty pleasures”, since I think that’s bullshit to begin with really. Hell, this just came on and I’ll link it.

There’s more….much more….but in the interest of leaving some for later I’ll knock it off. Which sucks, since I want to keep going.

Oh goody, some idiots just did a “whoop” and bottle smash outside. It’s true, the older you get, the more useless and stupid that all seems. And this is coming from someone with a poor attitude to authority and all that who spent wayyyy too much time listening to Dead Kennedys and playing in bands that covered G.G. Allin. (Incidentally, “TFS” as I referred to earlier in the post is a G.G. song. It still to this day sticks in my head, andf I use the term “TFS” probably once a week with much delight)

Just in case you’re still wondering, TFS is Tough Fucking Shit. Typing it out took some of the allure out of it sadly. So vulgar. A quick “TFS” at work is wonderful, plus no one knows what I’m on about….oh if you guys only knew….

So in conclusion, if you want to be a rebel, conform then use your power inside to change things….or join an NGO….but keep the fucking broken glass away from the /streetsidewalk wanker, the rest of us have to drive/walk there you dick. WHOOP indeed halfwit. Way to rage against that machine.

Besides the real cool people reading this know that true rebels would drink that beer on the walk home, and then hang onto the bottle so they could recycle it.

OK I’m hungry and oh so tired. So I’ll bid adieu.