I really wanna post about something, but since I never have anything deep or meaningful to say, I'll just talk about my day. I figure, since all shitty blogs do that, and mine is shitty as well, it's only proper that I do the same.
So I escorted Hippy Chick (hehe, that makes me a male escort) to scope out a prospective house for next year, mostly because the prospective roomates are lesbians. They seemed nice enough folk, but I'm always dissapointed when Lesbians aren't walking around the house in Latex and Leather. But this is the same sort of dissapointment I get when I stare at Shane's head really really hard and it doesn't explode, so I got over it pretty quickly. I think I twinged my ankle throwing away trash wearing those damn hippy shoes of mine, that's what I get for not having arch support!
I also had a pathetic computer geek moment of realization. A while ago, some scientists researched Buddhist monks deep in the throes of meditation. While meditating, the monks describe a feeling of non-location, of floating freely. While doing MRIs, the researchers discovered that the location of the brain responsible for determining distances and our position in a room went dormant in these monks at about the same time they felt this. So deep meditation and concentration has the effect of switching off parts of your mind that connect you to this reality, must have something to do with finding god. The thing is, this happens to me while I'm on my computer all the time. So while I'm bootlegging music, reading articles and so on I'm really on a journey of spiritual exploration! I don't know why god chose to reveal itself through fecal humor today, but it must mean i was doing the right thing.
I also just noticed the comment above this one. I swear I didn't post it. Oh well, at least I'm not a HOTTT MANNNN!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111!!
(though you'll never know who that is, because he's a pissypants and keeps deleting the posts from his secret admirerererer)
