Yep

I know what I want, but I don't know how to get paid for it. :) I'm gonna try this for a minute. I'm gonna wake up fresh every morning and sit in front of this magic box and publish my nonsense. I guess you could say I'm an amateur columnist/opinion writer. I can't write articles cause my writing isn't precise and factually sound. I am also not so into myself that I write just about myself. Guess this is all about my POV and theories and philosophies. Mostly this is about putting in 2-3 hours of work in the morning and lolligagging the rest of the day. Mine is not an original dream.

This is the part where I was suppose to go on and on about something of substance. Instead, I am awake too early cause my doggy friend Larry decided it was potty time and that it was his turn to sleep on my bed. Guess I forgot to establish that whole dog/owner relationship. Plus, I had a late night coming back from The City Monday night. OOOOOOH okay wait got one.

This part is just about me, so forget how I prefaced some of this BS. Why am I not scared right now? I got a vehicle that is basically gonna always need to be fixed 2 times a year. I'm sitting round waiting for unemployment and my 401K to help push me through after my final paycheck dwindles down to nothing. I haven't bothered checking out any available jobs in the area since my July 6th termination date. I'm weeks away from zero and all I can do is download some new music and buy me some discounted polos. This moment right here is exactly why I needed to be fired.

I have unreasonable comfort levels in my life. I am elitist in a way, cause I react the same way to certain behaviors. Why do I feel as if I have to be joke guy every time I hear or read about someone else's goofy moment? I've been catching myself lately, which is actually shocking. Rather than hit send on my lil comments I just think them to myself and wonder if I'm actually contributing or just being a douchebag. It's usually the latter. That would be a good idea for the title of my daily columns, but it would limit my readership right away. "Tales from a douchebag."
I think I have a lil bit of the internet virus called "phony brave" in me built from 10+ years solid of being online posting various forms of writings in the pursuit of entertainment. It's dangerous and freeing to unleash, but also exposes you as a keyboard coward. At the same time, if you have had the pleasure of talking to me in person, on the phone and via computer chat I would be willing to bet that I come off a lot better through a computer screen. Not sure why, but somehow I manage to express myself so much better with the help of a spellcheck.

Ummmm okay since this isn't professionally monitored and I am sorely lacking in the free flowing department considering I stared at the last paragraph for the last 5 minutes I am gonna abort the rest of the posting. Got Krispy Kremes, Robert Kelly and Harry Potter on the mind. And that is why I need to find focus. Daydreaming bout donuts, comedians and movies is not very responsible or lucrative. But if it is, ooooooh BOY!

I will see ya when I see ya.
I will talk to ya when I talk to ya.