Man, I hate looking back on the things I've written before. What the hell am I talking about? What the hell am I ever talking about? Pure shit, that's what. This doesn't only apply to blog entries. Essays, letters to friends, song lyrics, attempts at poetry.

Thank heavens there isn't some recording of everything I've ever said outloud. Man. That would be horrible! I think that's what hell would be like. Hours upon hours of being forced to listen to things you said. What misery! What shame! Can you imagine the torment?

Things you said to ex-girlfriends/boy-friends?
(But honey, you ARE my little buttercup)

Job interviews?
(I will do anything to make this company grow. And myself. In fact, my growth is intrinsicly tangential to the growth of this company.)

Drunken late nights?
(NO ONE CAN STOP US! WE ARE THE REBIRTH OF THE BEATS! I WILL TEST THE STARS AND FIND THEIR WEIGHT!)

And that's not even taking in to consideration all the incredibly ridiculous things I've said in my head. I don't want to even guess at how awful that would be.

I'm trying to think of something more awful, but I'm drawing a blank.

Anybody?

For those who listen to the old podcasts please listen to Tod Maffin. He has a podcast entitled How to do Stuff. With entries such as How to Spy on Someone, How to Wash Your Face, How to Buy a Children's Book, and my personal favorite How to Wax Your Ass.

We were going to talk about the internet.
We were going to reference things we had read in blogs
We were going to talk about the death of the music snob
We were going to link to it, but you probably already read it
You probably read stereogum today
You probably already linked to it on your blog
We probably waited too long to write
We probable waited until it was too late to join the linking club

We were going to talk about our lives
We were going to talk about the things we saw today
Or yesterday. Yesterday was pretty funny.
We were going to, but thousands of people have already done that today

We were going to try and be original
We were going to try
We were going to, but it feels to unoriginal

We were going to drink bottles of wine.

Ah. That we will do.

Not as easy as it looks, believe you me.

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The Hipster PDA

"Many live on the mountains and behave as if they were living amidst the uproar of the city, and they are lost. It is possible while living amongst a crowd to be inwardly solitary, and while living alone to be inwardly beset by the crowd."

Sayings of the Desert Fathers, Syncletica