Monday, March 1, 2010

A Year In The Fortress Of Solitude


So, this is my first facebook blog, or note. I'd have to say that this format is kind of lame. Just pretend it's a long twitter, I guess.

So today, besides being my first day on the day shift at work, is the 1 year anniversary of moving into my own apartment. Me on my own. Alone. Well, at least the last half of the year. But let's not go into that, again.

Well, despite the quirks of this place: the schizophrenic water temps in the shower, the paper thin walls, and the exhaust fumes that occasionally waft up from the parking garage directly below me, I'd have to say that I enjoy being here overall. I mean, no place is perfect and if some sweetheart of a deal came up I probably would move but at least the living alone part isn't so bad. It's a bit lonely, no doubt. But in all honesty, I don't mind being alone sometimes. Certainly, before breakfast or a shower or both, I'd rather not have anyone else around. A significant other would be the only exception. And it'd be exceptional to have one of those again. You offerin'?

I just took a walk around downtown Burbank tonight, for what I'm vaguely ashamed to say was the first time since I've moved in. In my defense, I have been working nights the whole time, but there were weekends. Now after having done so, I can say that I didn't miss much. I ran into a couple of annoying groups of teens. Seriously, I think being quiet is an art lost on today's youth. Maybe I'm just old. But shut the fuck up anyway. I guess walking around by yourself kinda makes you more sensitive to the obnoxious. I could've had my iPod on, but fuck that, I'd rather not get hit by a bus.

I walked past a beauty school and came up with this thought. Why is it that every chick that wants to do hair or make up has brightly colored hair (I'm talking pinks, blues, reds...) and an arm(s) full of tattoos? It seems odd that that's all I ever see going into that field. I'm not saying you can't do either thing (can't say I'm a fan either), but it's becoming so prevalent that you'd think it was the uniform for beautician in training. I'm just sayin'.

I hate the phrase, "I'm just sayin'...". I've been hearing it a lot lately from people in life and on TV. And it always comes after the person says something fundamentally retarded or quasi-controversial. It's like saying, "Please don't hit me for saying that..." I don't know. I'm also getting tired of people speaking in LolCat. It's a novelty language, like pig latin. When's the last time someone spoke pig latin to you and you thought they were cool and/or funny? LolCat is meant to be accompanied by picture of a cat doing something ridiculous or adorable, so unless you look like a cat on a cheese wheel, stop it please, I beg of you.

Well, anywhoo, hooray for me and my first facebook blog (note=lame) which you'll probably never read. It's cool, I understand. It's way over 140 characters. But if you're in the mood to actually read stuff, there's still my blog over at myspace (I know, lame, right?) and there's still some classic reading materials over there like my second blog ever entitled, "I Need A Hambone." (Correction: I wrote that blog on 6/29/06, over a year after I'd started blogging.)  Do visit them. I'm still hoping to one day put some thought into archiving them somewhere that hasn't gone out of style by the time I find it.

Cheers and boobs,
Aaron

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