I got positive responses to my last blog post, and this prompted me to write one more. I just hope this one promotes as many laughs as the last one.
I decided my blog posts should have witty tittles in spanish. So sue me.
So, I like music. I LOVE music.
Only yesterday I found out how much power and influence music has over my life.
Moment of frustration? Be prepared to see me with my big-ass old school headphones moshing and singing at the top of my lungs. Not a pretty sight, I assure you.
I have often considered hanging myself from the ceiling fan or jumping into my toilet when I'm depressed or I feel bad, but apparently my friends don't think those are viable options.
So, I have to resort to music to make me go on a mental trip similar to those you get when you stick a Sharpie up your nose and leave it there for 10 minutes. And let me tell you, it actually works for me (the music, not the sharpies).
Problems with boys? Screw it! I'ma blast some Korn and Slipknot on my pre-historic headphones until I'm deaf and I don't feel my earlobes anymore. I'll deal with my hearing problems later.
Random person: "How are you?"
Me: "Eh?!"
Person: "I said, How are you?"
Me: "What? What language are you speaking to meeee?"
Awesome, eh? I love imagining my future like that. Anyways, that's beside the point.
Point is, we all have at least ONE thing that helps us cope when we feel like a sack of dung. Be it music (like me), painting, creative writing, creative farting, puking on a canvas and calling it art, whatever. We should take advantage of that opportunity every time we want to slit our wrists like whiny emos. Scars are ugly, period.
When I was in middle school, drawing was my way out. And believe me, I drew some pretty disturbing shit back then.
Friend: "What the fuck is that? A kite?"
Me: "No you dickwad, it's a bleeding heart".
So, let's not waste energy on negative thoughts. If you feel bad, take a walk, or take your dog for a walk and watch him as he takes a dump in your neighbor's front yard. That should be interesting. Specially if you hate your neighbor.
I decided my blog posts should have witty tittles in spanish. So sue me.
So, I like music. I LOVE music.
Only yesterday I found out how much power and influence music has over my life.
Moment of frustration? Be prepared to see me with my big-ass old school headphones moshing and singing at the top of my lungs. Not a pretty sight, I assure you.
I have often considered hanging myself from the ceiling fan or jumping into my toilet when I'm depressed or I feel bad, but apparently my friends don't think those are viable options.
So, I have to resort to music to make me go on a mental trip similar to those you get when you stick a Sharpie up your nose and leave it there for 10 minutes. And let me tell you, it actually works for me (the music, not the sharpies).
Problems with boys? Screw it! I'ma blast some Korn and Slipknot on my pre-historic headphones until I'm deaf and I don't feel my earlobes anymore. I'll deal with my hearing problems later.
Random person: "How are you?"
Me: "Eh?!"
Person: "I said, How are you?"
Me: "What? What language are you speaking to meeee?"
Awesome, eh? I love imagining my future like that. Anyways, that's beside the point.
Point is, we all have at least ONE thing that helps us cope when we feel like a sack of dung. Be it music (like me), painting, creative writing, creative farting, puking on a canvas and calling it art, whatever. We should take advantage of that opportunity every time we want to slit our wrists like whiny emos. Scars are ugly, period.
When I was in middle school, drawing was my way out. And believe me, I drew some pretty disturbing shit back then.
Friend: "What the fuck is that? A kite?"
Me: "No you dickwad, it's a bleeding heart".
So, let's not waste energy on negative thoughts. If you feel bad, take a walk, or take your dog for a walk and watch him as he takes a dump in your neighbor's front yard. That should be interesting. Specially if you hate your neighbor.
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