Predicated on Perchance

Dearest,
How goes it out there? I'm sure you can't complain much, after all you are reading this, and as no major slight against you, despite the obvious fact that your probably really really really enjoying reading this (put that issue of US weekly down) if your taking time to read this odds are your not exactly in the midst of a high pressure situation.With the notable exception of former Enron Exec. Ken Lay (did you know you shared blog readership with a felon, well you do, then he stopped reading. who do you killed him motherfucker?) That is not to say, however, that this blog can't be the aid for incredible stress situations. This blog is a tonic for the 98 pound weakling, a aid in domestic diplomacy and drivel all in one. In other words a lot like Jesse Jackson, but with less Palm Oil. Actually I take that back. With the exact same amount of Palm Oil.
Over here, the skies are of the clearest blue, and I've been doing a lot of a lot which is when people (me) seem to be the happiest. What I can comment on with almost complete certainty is the setting in which my latest exploits have happened. The summer backdrop here is rife with things that remind of you of summers past. Often I'm tempted to propose sleep overs and, get this, there is a sega genesis in my house. Further reinforcing the fact that my life, unto this point, has been almost complete regression. At least in the penis category, but I guess someone has to carry the unfortunate nickname of "fourth grader." I just wish it wasn't always so fucking accurate in the locker room, maybe instead the cafeteria or something.
I am constantly reminded this summer, despite the insular fun of campus, of the company I keep and how outside the normal practices of the general populous the're/we 're activities seem to be lately. That sentence was not meant as a particular affirmation of cool, but more of an analysis of behavior. Not everyone thinks that pre-season football is good excuse for whiskey but perhaps those people lack true determination, but whatever those feel good wieners would cite as the reason for our excess, I would argue I'm just trying to be a little more like Jimmy Page, and in the end, I think that's maybe what everyone should be trying to do. Baby, I'm rock and roll.

It seems, that where ever
It is,
People know
it.
Lacking any fundamental knowledge,
acknowledgement,
or rusted reason.
Really the acidic thing is
it's there.
and I know it
and you know it
and she really knows it.
tetanus shots often come on the rocks.


Cheers all,
A.J.S.