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2005-10-12 - 11:22 a.m. pass to the left - justin timberlake is brandon boyd of incubus gay? i was on the web and came across some sort of debate about it, and supposedly it came from his own blog. i used to think he was so hot. now, he just kinda grosses me out. he's kinda dirty looking. like the kind of guy who doesn't wear deodorant or something. a little too crunchy granola. anyway, i was just curious. you know, writing in this thing is so hard. i think about doing it all the time, but when it comes to actually doing it...it sucks. am i lazy? bored w/ this whole thing? just boring in general? d. all of the above? i don't know. i really don't. i bought arrested development season 2, last night, after work. work has been kinda slow. they wanna cut our hours a lot which i'm not crazy about, but, the lazy ass in me kinda loves it. i've been a best buy junkie lately. i bought the magic numbers cd, which i like (not love). i also picked up the new franz ferdinand, last week. now, that i love. it's really good. oh, the concert was really good too. franz f at the greek in l.a. w/ cut copy and t.v. on the radio. actually, we were in the parking lot for the first band and t.v. on the radio kinda sucked. i was never a fan, but they just kinda droned on and were boring. very...background music-ish. they were a pretty poor choice for opening act. there should have been someone more dancey. to kind of get the crowd going, you know? anyway, franz ferdinand were fantastic! they were sexy, and cool, and sounded great. of course, it wouldn't be a full concert experience w/o some drunk chick hanging all over me. franz came on, everybody was on their feet, i was bopping around a little and this chick turns around and stares at me. i ignore her and she finally tells me to dance, actually, she asks why i'm not dancing. again, i ignore her. then, she gets in my face, grabs my arms and tells me i need to dance. matt kinda leans in and tells her, excuse me? and she's like, he's not dancing. he's not having a good time, etc. all this while still holding on to my wrists. i told her to go back to her friends. she ignored me (still holding on to me). i told her again. ignored (still held). so, i yelled to her friends, hey! they turned around, take care of your friend. they tried to get her attention. she's like, i'm being annoying, huh? i told her yes. i also told her that i paid to see the band, not have her in my face touching me. she's like, you're right, and she got this sad look on her face. her friends finally got her to leave us alone and just watch the band. good times. i must be the mopiest looking fucker on earth. she was such a tard. for her finale, she fell backwards on the empty seat in front of her. that's gonna leave a mark. yeah, so, my arm's outta the sling and i've been skating a lot. i'm actually gonna treat myself to a new board soon. my current one's kinda jacked. does anyone remember the slim little fiberglass boards from the 70's? i can't believe we used to ride those. sometimes i don't know what to do with this thing, you know? if i write about concerts, going out, hot sex w/ my man, etc. i feel like i'm bragging. if i talk about work, grocery shopping, housecleaning, etc. i feel like who fucking cares, toolbox. if i complain about anything, i feel like a whiny little bitch. so, i wonder, what DO i write about? i know it's always basically been a mixture of all of the above, but, lately, i just feel like it's so pointless. like, who cares, you know? i really don't have much to offer with my writing. i'm not trying to be dramatic or anything. it is what it is, right? geez, what a mopey fucker ha ha |
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