I felt like getting some Pixies music, so I did. I’ve been in a weird mood lately. There’s been some weird music I’ve been wanting to get. Like ‘Fernando’ by ABBA and ‘Bad Blood’ by Neil Sedaka. Yeah, I know that they were both on episodes of “That ’70s Show” but for some reason they just clicked with me. I have no idea. The Pixies song ‘Where is My Mind?’ was bugging me for a while as I couldn’t figure for the life of me what movie that was from. I just found out that it was the end of Fight Club. Yeah, some of you probably knew that, but I don’t care, I can’t seem to remember a movie a particular song is from most of the time. Man, I don’t even know why I’m even updating. I guess I just got the update-my-blog itch. I guess it’s what I do. Man, I’m just sitting here watching TV now and then and then typing a little more.
Man… the more I read people’s blogs, the more I get fucking pissed. I spend the fucking time to read other people’s problems and shit, but how many people read my shit and comment? Like four on a semi-regular basis. How many do I read? Around 12. Do most of those people comment on my shit? NOOOO. Argh, sometimes it makes me mad to see people complain about how they don’t have anyone to talk to. WTF?!?! I’m online or near my fancy new phone ALL THE FUCKING TIME!!! I always like to hear from people and have me give them my opinions on shit. It’s what I’m good at. Man, I need a damn job so I can get money and buy shit to start an honest to god filmmaking career. I’ll actually be a freelance filmmaker then. It annoys me that I can’t find my copy of Avid Xpress DV, I know it’s somewhere. Maybe I’ll have to get Lexy to dig through her grandma’s closet and see if she can spot. Man, I can’t concentrate while listening to this supersweet music and watching TV. I’ve done my bitching for tonight. Maybe I’ll continue it later.
Hey you,
I feel ya on the lack of comments on posts. I also have a small audience. But, I figure they’re dedicated friends. I know people who have these online friends that they’ve never really met who comment all the time. Part of me thinks that’s creepy. Part of me I guess would be alright with it. Anyhoo, I will see if I can find your copy of Avid, but didn’t you already look in that closet? Did you maybe let Steve borrow it or something?
LP
Quit your bitching…you know I read your shit.
I’m just pissed off you left me TWO of the TEN boxes of thin mints
It’s payback…
you greedy arab ass.
; )
Yeah, you’re one of the four I mentioned.
Ah, quit bitching about the Thin Mints, take it up with mom, she said I could take that many boxes.
And I thought IIIII am an attention whore.
Damn it tony…
Comment my pictures on myspace…and I’ll comment your fucking blogs…
Seriously, what am i supposed to say to your babble about WIFI…you know i don’t get that shit.
I’m too pretty to be smart.
Kids kids…
what…he started it…
; )
YAY! It’s been forever since I heard someone say they were too pretty to be smart. And as for commenting, I comment when I can have something really thoughtful to say, but sometimes I don’t just because it would waste your time becuase I have nothing productive to say. I still loves you though.
i’ll comment when i want to. :-P
i do try to comment on LJ…but that’s cause i’m a chatterbox…sometimes i feel like i comment too often and it’s just commenting to comment…other times i realize i’ve left a post as a comment…
other times, i’m just wowed by reviews of cool gadgets and am afraid the envious venom i’d spew would melt your fancy new phone.
(yes, this was all in jest) :- )