query the universe, forget me not

I know I'm not a rockstar. 

I get it.

Only, if I were to create a web-based poll I think I would ask more life-defining questions like, "Why does my music touch you in such a way that you will spend 10 minutes and fill out this survey?" and "If you had 20 minutes and could do whatever you wanted with me, what would that be?" 

Because, I would want to know how fucked up my fans are. 

I wouldn't really give a shit where they downloaded my music, as long as it was on shuffle and repeat I'd be golden.

Another fragtastic blog from your favorite,

Me

Homely

I am the fun kind of person who gets drunk and proceeds to call people they shouldn't.

Would you like to be friends with me?

Black Eyed Pants

Yesterday I got a black eye. 

Won't you please tell me why?

I can't rhyme today. I look like the deformed guy from Goonies and I don't like it. 

My eye won't open fully and I can't see out of it.

More to come. Wait. Patient[ly].

Confucius' Confections

Would you believe me if I said I deleted my blog? I would because it's true younglings. There's a story behind it. Want to hear?


Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far, away a little girl wrote some not very nice things about a frog. This frog was pretty upset and try as the little girl might she couldn't get him to understand her. (Frogs can read but they can't understand human speech. It makes sense.) The little girl didn't know what else to do so she quietly drowned the frog in a bucket of bleach.



I read this story in a book somewhere as a kid. No, really. 



(Don't believe a word I say/type.)



(They are little candies that fill you up with morality, brought to you by the inventor of nothing. Patent Pending.)