Aren't blogs for whiny boys and girls who want to bitch about problems they don't have and submit poems about loneliness? Blogs are hard. They're for people with things to say. What things do I have to say? I wish I could draw a Smurf by taping a blue crayon to my cock. Or going to the bar with a friends picture on my shirt, with "In loving Memory" just below it. Just so that people will feel sorry for me because they think my friend has died so they'll give me free drinks and girls would be willing to pity fuck me.
I think this blog will be a good exercise in externalizing internal thoughts and feelings which, by all rights, really should be externalized to begin with. Like how I think I'd really like to have an affair with a woman in a loveless marriage who takes care of her two boys all day (one kid would be 8, the other 10). And she'd be vulnerable and let me do anything, like do funny things to her with glow sticks while singing the theme song to Fraggle Rock.
See, I wouldn't be able to get away with saying shit like that in front of a real live fleshy person. They'd look at me funny, as if I told them that I really wouldn't mind if I got a massage from a man. Because I don't think I would mind.
To make a long blog short, this is all very strange. I'm excited about this site though. And the talented people. So, check back, I'll probably have more bullshit to say...
What Ryan's listening to: "Hunting for Witches" by the Bloc Party
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Quality.
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