...and go...

*click blogger*
*click new post*
type "...and go...
type *click bloggerr-r-r-r.. .. . . .

nothing to talk about, but still typing. we're going to see what comes out. ya know, writing online is a helluva lot different than writing on paper. who knows how people will interpret what i write anyway. no one sees the paper - it's more honest. here i might get "scorned" for using the word "helluva". i still try to keep honesty a main factor on this blogger account of mine. i believe in honesty. i believe in silence too. i've learned in the past that people's outlook can change, from positive to negative, with just a tiny piece of information. and quickly they take back their love. just like that.

*click blogger*
*click new post*
type...
*publish*
they hate you. they don't feel you're worthy to hang out with their children or family any more. they shun you, talk about you behind your back and babble about how you've lost your way to Satan.

but this is negative. at least in the blogging world i have the power to either publish positive or negative things. i can bring good or bad to my web page. blah blah blah, people don't like you because of the decisions you make, blah blah blah. it's all good. it doesn't make me change my decisions. i don't revolve around such people anymore so life is easy. i'm a free thinking, free speaking artist and people are cool with that. i'm cool with that. i'm cool with you too.

i think that's something i would like to tell everyone. ya know how when you imagine if you have 10 seconds to say anything to every single person on the planet right now what would you say? i'd let everyone know that i'm cool with everyone. i have no problems with anyone and would like to keep it that way. some people may have problems with me however, which makes them think i should have a problem with them. but i don't.

cept those damn kids that keep prank calling my cell phone. bahumbug. ;)

Traffic zooms by. it's 5:14. Rush hour in LA. You don't want to go out right now. Or at least I don't. My apartment is getting dark. Darker than when I woke up. The bright screen is reminding me how hungry i am. do I go to Burger King again. mmm...burger king. Or make a sandwhich. mmm. sandwhich. Or walk to 4n20? mmm...4n20. Food. food. food.

peace,
-marc