I Feel Like all I do are Random Posts...

but, really, what would you expect from me?

Anyway, I have spent the last few hours drinking and reading and listening to music, (a lot of house music, Oakenfield, and some reefer madness soundtrack) and thinking about things in general.

What have I learned???

Thinking and drinking do not mix. They only serve as a tonic of depressants.

What have I been thinking about???

Well, none of it is really worthwhile, I am sure, to anyone else. Mostly, wondering what or where my place in life is. Partially, wondering why it is I have a huge tendency to attach myself to people that do not need attachment. (no explanation on that one, just someone I cannot get out of my mind) Moderately, are the Bengals going to do N-E-THING this season? Or, are they just going to be a huge disappointment? Slightly, does anything matter? Is anything relevant? Worthwhile? Dominatingly, when is this weird bout of complete and total "downness" end?

What do I plan to do about the rest of the night???

Probably drink quite a bit more, alone, in my room, and listen to music. Perhaps tool around on the internet. Perhaps continue to read this amazing comic that I have been given. Perhaps just lose myself in a mix of nonlinear thought and pretentious house beats, all the while my stomach craves some fucking delicious eggs.

Whats with the eggs???

I made some amazingly sobering eggs this morning at work. But it did not stop there. No, no. I also managed to fill the plate with toast and hash browns and bacon. The interesting part? There are a couple, actually. First, I seasoned the hell out of those eggs. Mmmmm. Second, the place I work does not sell typical hash browns. The browns that I mad were actually sliced, diced, and made absolutely amazing by moi. How were they sobering? I got really drunk last night. REALLY drunk. Force puke off of beer, drunk. Yeah. And when I made those, I felt better. And I felt especially better after I ate my damn breakfast. 'Cause I had it my way. They way it should be.

Why is this guy still typing???

Mostly because I would like to think that the random things that I post are in insight into my head. Partly because I am bored and "Stupid and Irate: Tokyo Slide" is on in the other room. Slightly because I am too drunk to continue to read.

What do you think of John Edwards speach about New Orleans???

Pretty lazy, and definitely lame. To hell with it.

What kind of scented candles do you like???

The vanilla one in the room seems, and has always seemed, to be an adequate smelling candle. However, I am partial to anything that smells like oranges or exes. Is that sad?

How is it that you are not having any sex lately???

Really? Is it not obvious?

What is your favorite color???

This is an interesting question to ask because of the multiple levels that I get to answer this on. I have a tendency to answer: Black. Truth is, I absolutely love red. Why do I say black? Because it used to be my favorite color until Ryan road filled up with black Escalades and ruined it for me. But this answer does not end here. Oh no. You are not getting off that easily. My absolute favorite color is actually a combination of two polar opposites: I'm Fucked Up on 'Shrooms Black and White. Dont really know what it is like to be colorblind. I can imagine that it would not be all that fun. Yet, when I am trippin balls and I start seeing everything like a sitcom from the fifies. Awesome.

Are you going to ever fucking stop this nonsense?

Yep.