Writing Style: "Stream-of-unconsciousness"

Oh man. Things got a little heavy the last time around. I think I compared my life to perhaps the most depressing play of all time besides Rent.

Blogging is a little bit like drinking, in that after a certain point I definitely dont know what I'm saying anymore, and oftentimes I wont remember it until someone reminds me the next day. Am I saying that I black out when I write? Kind of. It's like I fall into an emotional shroud of understanding and I'm trying to weave some sort of sense out of it. But without the booze. Maybe its more meditative. Do people remember doing yoga? I dont know. I did it once and got asked to leave because I was laughing at everyone. As there is no sex in the champagne room, there is no laughter on the yoga mat.

I felt like crap today. The kind of crap that disables you both mentally and physically. The kind where all you can do is sleep it off and hope that the chills eventually subside.

I think I know why some celebrities go to the hospital for exhaustion. Nothing to do with me, I'm just pretty sure they're getting some sort of procedure done. If I could get any procedure done, I probably wouldn't. Because I'm not a vain, insecure dumbass. Pretty much just an insecure one.

Is it okay to raise your kids and constantly tell them that they're going to be great? What if we raised our kids with the expectation that they are going to be average? I believe that this would singlehandedly be the greatest factor in lowering the rate of depression in this country. The only thing better than low expectations is no expectations, because anything great that does come along is a very, very, very nice surprise.

Have you guys seen those TV shows that talk about the curse of the lotto? The CURSE of the LOTTO! Now, let's put this into perspective. If someone is broke white trash before they win the lotto, eventually they're going to find their way back to that place in time. From dust we came and to dust we shall return, right? And I understand how they COULD blow their winnings. Ironically, stuff that makes people white trash can be really expensive. Speed boats. Dually pickups. Methamphetamines. I'm sure that I could easily blow 35 million in a few yrs given the opp, but I wouldn't. Because I'm smart. And even if I'm not that smart, I'm smart enough to know that Mase was right when he sang "Mo Money Mo Problems" and that was a long time ago so its pretty ingrained into my thinking process. I would figure out how to invest that shit into something awesome. But I would only do that after I purchased my dream castle in Europe. Just sayin.

And now that I'm feeling better, I think I'm gonna take a shower and get ready to sit in the audience at yet another comedy show. This should be a good one. I'm kind of excited.

Friday, ya'll.