That’s my Tuesday, and the only thing on my mind.
pretty excited about this. i was born to listen to JM. i actually really hate that other people still think they get JM. its how people think they get superman like me, but they don’t. you don’t love flannel like me or denim either. discussing something that has changed you with someone that hasn’t been rained on their entire lives until that one eventful train ride home listening to clarity. you never had that. you never experienced that. i hate hearing that i share the same favorite thing as someone else. you can’t love like i can love. this is obviously something i should talk over with my head shrink, but blog is blog. i was born to do a few things, and film, comics, denim, and john mayer is why i was put here. i can’t even stand listening or watching something i love with anyone. outside of my family there are 2 people i trust watching something or listening to something i love with. i prefer to just listen to the radio or watch some shit. i just want to say fuck you and fuck the shit you think you love. this isn’t about jm anymore.
p good song
you can’t handle this prob
The commercialism that is jay-z just broke the glass ceiling he set for himself.
while driving in the marketplace today i nearly got out of my car, and pummeled a mans face. i wanted to make it into hamburger. i wanted people when they walked by to confuse his head with what a bowl of chili looks like. i put my car in park, and turned down my music so i can look him in the eyes, and when he said the word that made me jump then i was going to jump. he was scared, and stumbled over his words, and then used the old “you heard me” line when in fact i didn’t because he was whispering over two car engines, and a whole lot of background chatter. once i did find out what he said, which was “wait your turn like you just did” even though i beat him to the stop sign, and even though the reason he was even able to catch up with me was because someone was making a u-turn in the middle of the intersection at a 4 way stop. i go to undo my seatbelt so i can, and by the way my “trigger” word is the first word i hear that isn’t an apology, so i have my finger on the release when i see his son, and he is no older than 5 years old. i thought about how traumatizing it would be for me to completely demolish his father in front of his eyes. i had it planned out, and its been done before in this fashion, where i will rush his door before he can step out, and put my fist through his nose. its foolproof, and any dummy can do it. i learned it from the biggest dummy i know so thats that. i didn’t want this kid to grow up his whole life knowing his dad is a worthless piece of shit because we already have too many of those wondering around. im not one of them by the way, and im not psychoanalyzing myself here either. just wanted to share my fucking story with you guys.