Ramblings
Righteous indignation is a redundant phrase, and pistachio nuts are the most amount of work I’m willing to put into my food wen compared to taste.
Yes, those two thoughts were quite random, but they had to be said. I’s been a whirlwind past few days. And I’d rather not relive most of the experiences i’ve gone through- but I’m glad I went through them once, I suppose. I’ll tell you one thing, coffee has helped me get through the past week more so than any other drug, food, drink, and activity could. Yeah, even Rock Band is playing second fiddle to the caffeinated deliciousness.
I feel that this blog has grown in popularity a bit. It’s not famous, by any means, and I’m quite alright with that. But it’s almost to the point where I can no longer talk about personal issues or my life without offending someone or some people.
I suppose the people I would offend, though, aren’t exactly central to my life at this point.
Also, I’m going camping this weekend, and am a little nervous and a little excited. It’s not exactly something I do often, or ever for that matter. I have visions of being lost in the woods, or polar bears, or polar bears eating my maps so I get lost in the woods. And what the hell do you eat? Do i bring peanut butter and bread? Granola? Trail mix? I feel that will not satisfy the hunger of a man, let alone the man and a half hunger I get.
Will my cell phone work? And am I going to be a fifth wheel? If I see any hand holdin, will I vomit uncontrollably? And how charged should my iPod be to drown out the sounds of sex in a sleeping bag?
I don’t even want to think about the kids that will probably outhike me.
I also need a backpack and a sleeping bag, and have no idea which kind of either I should get. I can see myself asking for advice from the guy at REI and he’ll ask me question for which I have no answers, and he’ll sell me the most expensive shit there is. And here I wanted o save money this month. I guess that’s going out the door already.
Fuck.