I feel like making an entry here, but I'm not really sure that I have anything worth writing about.
The events of late have been no different than the events of any other period of time, a series of plodding banalities that are the lived equvilent of talking aobut the weather.
I seem to be a great creator of grooves, fitting myself into one comfy notch or the other and grinding my way ever deeper, untill some strange alighnment of the planets creates enough pull to force me into a new track.
Is it such a bad thing?
The events of late have been no different than the events of any other period of time, a series of plodding banalities that are the lived equvilent of talking aobut the weather.
I seem to be a great creator of grooves, fitting myself into one comfy notch or the other and grinding my way ever deeper, untill some strange alighnment of the planets creates enough pull to force me into a new track.
Is it such a bad thing?
Come and join us on the boards sometime if you can and want to. I have a blast fuckin' about and making jokes. At least it's something to do, right?
-Josh