Fuck...

Blogs suck.

What's the point? This service blows. Blogger blows. You probaby suck too.

Eat a dick.

Love,

Jim

Amphibious Assault

So, a couple hundred hours down the drain and I am flying, waiting for something interesting to happen. It never does and I innevitably will watch re-runs of shows I am not entirely fond of. A perfect example is the rather uninteresting and simplistic plot development and shoddy acting in a little show called Dharma and Gregg. The particular installment I watched after class today dealt with the birth of Dharma's little sister. She goes home to her parent's geodesic dome and takes care of the baby and cleans the house and eventually she gets fed up with doing all of the work. Pap. Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap. I can't believe that crap ever made it into prime time. And I sit, bored. Blah, blah, blah.

One New Thought

I'm busy these days with school and recording, gigging, friends and my girlfriend. Things take a lot of time to accomplish in grown up world and I have become wary of anyone who says it is different. This said it should become apparent to anybody who bothers to read this sorry excuse for a blog why I haven't written anything on it in months. So, I am sorry for letting the one of you down. Also, I have begun a quest for knowledge recently which has led me into books about truth and classes like the "Philosophy of Religion." Mostly it has just led me into the livingroom to watch TV or play "Samurai Warriors" on Playstation 2. Bleah.

Life begins at thirty and you start dying the minute you're born. So where does that leave me? Half way between birth and 'life' and always, always ticking down the minutes to demise.

Bummer.

Love, Jim.