If you wander around the internet, you inevitably come across a blog or two about someone's reaction to the events of their life/the world. They are all filled with emotion and exclamation points or ellipses or semicolons, whatever the author's favorite punctuation mark is. They aren't usually boring, but they aren't particularly stimulating, and I only read them to waste time or learn about my friends' ridiculous lives, or find out about what's going on the indie music scene.
I don't have a ridiculous or particularly interesting life. Nothing that crazy really happens to me. I am cautious, and when I'm not I don't tell people about it. That's because I don't want to feel embarrassed/slutty/stupid about what I've done. And I don't want you to think less of me. I have these blocky things in my brain that push things out after a while. I bet you wish you had those. I can literally forget anything I want. And then it never happened. If you are always reminding me of it though, I can't forget. See? It's pretty cool.
I don't have the authority to comment on music, except to say whether or not I liked it, which is helpful to... well... NO ONE unless they have the exact same taste as me.
I don't want to contribute to the wasting timeness of the world. There are many more important things you could be doing with your life. Like getting it together. So I took the link off my facebook (I'm pretty sure no one clicked it anyway) and this may or may not be my last blog entry.
At least until things get more interesting/noteworthy. Or maybe I'm not paying enough attention...?
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