Hello, my name is Johnny and I am addicted to Honey Nut Cheerios.
Sometimes I get really scared when my wife makes me watch those ghost hunting shows on tv.
I get really depressed when the topic of politics comes up.
I get tense around trains.
I am addicted to buying books.
I haven't read all the books I own.
I haven't watched all the movies I own.
I have recommended books and movies that I've never read or watched.
Sometimes I go to the grocery store just for the free samples and never buy anything.
I have purposely tried to piss off other drivers.
I screen all my calls.
I have spent way too much time thinking about what super-power I would choose should I be granted one.
Nothing annoys me more than "small talk".
Except being patronized.
I sing to myself in places other than the shower.
I would rather make something on the grill myself than eat at a fancy restaraunt.
Sometimes boxers and sometimes briefs but never boxer-briefs.
If I haven't met you at least five times, I probably don't remember your name.
I am afraid being redundant.
I am addicted to Honey Nut Cheerios.
1/11/08
1/10/08
Rainy day rock-n-roll even when the Sun's out
I've been plagued lately with those questions that seem to hunt you down as life gets on and starts to have its way with you. What exactly have I done? What exactly am I doing? How have I made a difference? How am I making the world a better place? and What have I done or created that will last beyond my own years? Essentially, What is my legacy?
They are hard questions to deal with as an artist, when your craft is so immediate, when your craft disappears the second it is birthed and can never be recreated, even by you.
I'm not sure. I don't know. I can't pretend to.
I'm kind of tired of having days of reflection and thought because lately they just turn into days of melancholy and fear.
That's just where I'm at. That's just what I'm facing. That's just what I'm trying to figure out.
They are hard questions to deal with as an artist, when your craft is so immediate, when your craft disappears the second it is birthed and can never be recreated, even by you.
I'm not sure. I don't know. I can't pretend to.
I'm kind of tired of having days of reflection and thought because lately they just turn into days of melancholy and fear.
That's just where I'm at. That's just what I'm facing. That's just what I'm trying to figure out.
1/8/08
AnOThER ONe
So I've started an additional blog for the year. I plan on continuing this blog as often as I am here, but in addition I'll be adding "REFLECTIONS" which will be a page of my year in self portraits. I've put a link on this page so you can check it out. Have as much fun as I did.
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