Some Thoughtz
GOOD MORNING, VIETNAM (except I’m referencing Paris Geller referencing Good Morning, Vietnam).
After six short months, I’m back and blogging again. I can only imagine you’re sitting there, looking at the sweaty little screen in your hands, just jazzed beyond belief to be reading my words once more, but let me assure you, this blog will make you dumber, babes.
At first, I felt a little shame about coming back to Everything But the Kitchen Sink and almost threw it in the bucket of projects I tried and failed at. But, then I remembered this is a blog I created for my own entertainment and I can do whatever I want because nobody really cares about anyone but themselves. I don’t even have to proofread this if I don’t want to.
I’m literally writing this while wearing my giant inflatable clown costume.
Anyways, a big-brained blog is coming soon, I promise, with developed ideas and more than just layered references to old tv shows. But for now, I wanted to provide a little pallet cleanser for you all, assuming you’re like me and most of the news you consume is saddening your view of society…
Here are some thoughts that wormed their way into my cranium over the course of the month. I present them to you with the intention of making you go, “oh, boy.”
No thoughts, just me and my spotify dj.
he is not very good and i hate his voice but the way he says, “what’s up, aLliSoN?” makes me giggle
I yearn to describe myself as a “podcaster.”
in the words of that comedian who i don’t love but is funny, the bar is so much lower than i ever thought it could be
I am not good at parking and I simply do not care and will not try to get better at it.
a thought i had as i walked out of a building and saw my car parked all crazy styles
Monetizing the outside is kind of crazy.
having to pay money to see good rocks hurts my heart
Somersault summer.
a potential rebrand of what is clearly recession summer
I have observed the smell of every single person, place, and thing I have ever encountered and I fight demons to not say those observations aloud.
no, i’ve never been tested, clearly we all know the answer
Sometimes I’m walking and I see a sign or a door frame and I want to jump up and slap it and that’s what I have in common with teenage boys.
also i would love to have a yard so i could dig a big hole in it, so that’s two things in common, actually
