Et tu, Brute?

So. This weekend made me realize many, many things. Foremost, my friendship means shit to people. I'm not worth the toilet paper you use to wipe your ass. And it kills me. I've honestly tried my best to have so much respect for my friends and even people I don't know. It's my parents I usually don't respect much. Maybe I should change that. Since people don't give a shit about me anyway.

There are some moments in your life that are so horrible you think will only happen once in your life. I was so wrong. And the worst part about it is that when it happens again, it doesn't hurt any less. Especially when you trust a person so, so much. I do believe the more you give your trust, the more you're bound to lose. Unfortunately.

The next thing I've come to realize is that I am not meant to be here. Not on Earth. Not anywhere. Not anywhere that actually exists anyway... No, I don't belong here and it makes me sad 'cuz there's no where else to go. And imagine. Life is hard enough when you belong here. And I'm not crazy. I'm just too ready to leave this place. I want to be as far as possible from people who always want to get ahead in life. Always wanting to claw their way to the top. Even if it means betraying your good friend.

I want to find my place.

Weird.

Well, as the title hints, this week has been one of the weirdest weeks of my life. And this is saying a lot. 'Cuz usually my weeks are fairly strange but this one is just too bizarre to handle. Hahah. I think I like it though.

I've been listening to more Morrissey than I usually do lately. Which is a good thing, I'm not gonna lie. For a while I neglected Morrissey in my life. Now I feel kinda dumb for doing that. I mean Interpol, Voxtrot and Daphne Loves Derby are tight and all but they well never compare to Morrissey. Ever. I doubt I'll ever find another singer/lyricist that will move me the way he does. I'll never feel how I feel about what he writes in just about every song. In a way I feel great to know Morrissey is my one and only music-wise but depressing as well. I wish I could relate to someone else as much as I do him. But that's the thing about him. His eccentricity makes him so incomparable. Even now, as sick as I am, I would never be you.


Oh yeah. I AM THE LIVING SIGN.

Hello.

It's been a while since I've had a blog. It's okay though. It's not like I have much to say anyway.

I've recently realized the possibility of having a podcast. I've been listening to @Just_Alison's podcast entitled, Live, from a Shoebox. Comedic gold, I tell you. It has inspired me to start planning for a possible podcast, starring me of course, in the near future. On this program I will discuss various topics ranging from why dogs suck to who sucks in Moreno Valley and why. As you can see, we will be having a lot of sucking on the show. There will be something for everyone, I can assure you. The only thing holding me back right now is that I need a sidekick, preferably a female. Now, I do have this one girl in mind but I doubt she's too happy with me at the moment so we'll just wait and see.

Well, that's enough for the first post. More on the podcast soon. I promise. So long.