Since no one reads this blog I feel I can post whatever is happening inside my head with confidence and without wondering if someone will read it. Except that my screen name is a dead give away. But still, I’ve seen my stats. I feel safe.
This blog is just going to be a dumping ground for my thoughts.
I generally write down my thoughts on my phone. If I want to send someone a msg but I know I shouldn’t I will just write it on my phone. If I write a to do list I will write it on my phone.
I generally believe that the to-do lists I write on my phone speak volumes more about my life than any shitty story I could write.
If you are still reading, (and I’m speaking mostly to future-raj, I’ve seen those site stats) here goes:
Last Friday I went with K to see a gig at the sly fox.
Everyone was average except for Matt Banham – K’s mate who used to be in No Through Road, but is now reinventing himself as some sort of pop singer – and this chick who used loop pedals and wailed into a mic while smashing randomly at her keyboard. She was really bad.
Yeah loop pedals are amazing. But sometimes, fuck you.
What can i say about bad use of the loop pedal that hasn’t already been said about chemical weapons? Sometimes you just wish we could uninvent them and shoot the users.
I feel like the relationship to how much i want to be someone’s friend and how much they want to be mine is inversely related. The more I want it the less they do. So i should just not want it? Do you only get the things you don’t want? That doesn’t sound right.
Tired of people telling me to be mean and play games.
Not sure what games or how to play said games.
I feel like I’m not smart enough to win my own mind games.
If I lose against myself then I really lose. Or does it mean I can never lose?
What the fuck am I talking about?
I’m well aware that the only one who can save me is myself but still it would be nice to if someone else could save me.
Wait so do I want a friend or do I want someone to save me? Save me from what?
My life is exhausting and ridiculously depressing.
No its not I have no idea why I would say that.
So I ask and it just means they like me less.
I have that effect on people.
That sounds sad maybe I’ll play with my hair till I feel attractive again.
Didn’t work or not enough playing. Unsure.
Number of friends I will have gained by writing this: 0