This? This is me. Follow the struggles of a mainstream drudge with no life, friends, or interests.
Well I’m here now, may as well make the best of it. One of the few good things about China is being hella paid. It’s like a new game plus, where you get to start out with all the money you had in the old game. Rocking a solid 20gs or so before I get this summer’s stash. I make it rain. No seriously, I do. If I do it with 1s I can go for a solid song or so, and however far into the next song before I realize that the song has changed.
K so… to start with, I needed to get back from Alejandro Yip’s house to Samwise Huang’s house to get my iPod back.
No big right? It’s like 3 min walking. Except I’m a giant derp and I was kinda out of it.
TEE HEE GUYS LET’S TAKE A SHORTCUT.
Yeah I don’t know what I was thinking. Singing Nicki Minaj’s verse in Monster over Theo P. beats. And the thing is… this is a neighborhood with fences. Big fences. 6-8 feet tall, and all of them unstable as fuck. See, my thought process went something like this “I can rock climb bitcheeeees, I can do a few fences. This is faster. I think.” Yeah no. Climbing them isn’t a problem. The problem is, it’s dark as balls and I got lost. Fast. And mosquitoes sting like a mofo when you’re suspended between two fences straddling them. My face is covered with them. All in all, a good night.
The Big List of Shit that Reminds Me of You
The furry jacket.
Button down shirts.
Most people really aren’t that interesting. I’m not egotistical enough to think that I am. Funny? Every now and then. Thought provoking? Potentially. Jackass? All the time.
But then again, who’s perfect? We’re all twisted in our own little ways, and denying that is denying a part of who we are.
So how’s this. I’ll try to keep this blog relatively uncontrived, keep it real, and not obsess over this like a teenage girl. In exchange you follow me, and you get to see what it’s like to be totally awesome. Cool?