carl creighon is a pussy

what kind of person am i
i work 8 hours a day and spent 7.5 of those hours doing random non-work related shit.
like updating my blog
i listened to the white album today.
i want to spend a whole day doing nothing but listening to the white album. maybe even just the first disc. Like a weekend. Saturday, disc one. Sunday, disc two.
Met DM (the D stands for David) Stith last night. He was really nice. I was a nervous wreck. Gave him a CD and tried to make my blatant act of solicitation seem ok by overstating the case. And trying to make myself feel ok about it by confessing on national internet.

reading DM (the D stands for David)'s blog. I'm gonna call him David now because we're friends. It's so pretty. He says such pretty things. I'm going to try and be pretty too.

I miss running around the lake with Vaughn. And the ducks in the lake. And Blake's kinda scatterbrained enthusiasm that matches my own scatterbrained enthusiasm. I hope we never become smileless tight pant wearing we deserve to play at a better place than this pseudo rock stars, even when we become real rock stars. David was so down to earth. I told him that.

Everyday I buy a XXX vitamin water in honor of Charles Barthelemy and a Coke Zero in honor of Patrick Sullivan. I wish my name was more Irish. Nah, Carl Creighton is pretty bad ass.

I like my job because I'm getting paid right now and my stats are still good. All I care about are stats.

Practicing tonight with Jason. I'm so glad I met Bryan. He's really cool. I'm afraid if I didn't I might have allowed my mind and body to atrophy.

I want to spend a day playing all the Gabriel Knight video games. I want to be 12 again, kneeling beside my mom and dad's bed looking at Pamela Anderson's naked boobs. All those home movies of me running around stuffing my mouth with something. High-pitched girlishness. No shame.

Do I have shame now? Yeah, but we all do. The panopticon and all that. Somebody's watching me. Started writing a song about men having sex in the bathroom.

Tuesday afternoon
Meet me in the men's room
We'll play like men do

Oh man, for innocence. Oh man, gotta write a song with oh man in it.