Distorted Cerebration

So I was sitting one day recently thinking “my god, I don’t feel like farming more motes of fire”, so I started the process of trying to find something else to do. That was a short process…

• I can watch tv
  • Don’t have cable
• I can watch a movie/video
  • Already watched everything I have twice, in the past week or so
  • Not in the mood for the rest
• I can call….
  • Yeah there’s no one to call
• I can clean the inside/outside of the house
  • LOL!!!!!!!

  I can ….

So as you can see, Twaint much I long to do. Yeah I am sorta an addict to World of Warcraft (which is where the motes of fire thing comes from), but even that’s starting to get old. Tired of it really. Not so much of the game but the lack of my own progression. I could become a hard core raider, raiding every night, but the thought of doing that for more than a month straight hurts my brain.

So here I am. Writing, bitching, ranting, etc. all over again. It’s something to do, I guess.

Actually I don’t have to guess. Many moons ago I started blogging cause I needed something to do to forget failed relationship #3. The girl + 2 kids + lazy father + crazy 25yr older ex-boyfriend = More drama that was meant for any man or the Lifetime channel (if that’s even still around… remember no cable?). Through all of that bullshit I still sat there trying to win her heart. In retrospect I might of been happier if I just hit it and quit it.

Hit it and quit it is very much not me… but considering my past, it has some merit

So what’s gonna be different about this blog this time? Well…. not much really, except that I plan to remove that internal filter that I have and speak my mind on everything. At least here on this blog I will try to follow the mantra “No one is safe, No one is innocent”. Meaning names, places, people, etc will all be aired into this little void I call a blog. The reasoning being that I’m tired of this shit tortuing my mind. Time to let others suffer (or not) for a bit.

That’s not to say there won’t be exceptions to that rule. Most work matters won’t be aired here. Well at least they won’t get specific names . But there are some things that I just can’t share about the work place. Also if I do finally find another half/Girlfriend, then there are some things I won’t mention on here. No matter how cool this imaginary woman could be, I doubt she would appreciate me telling you how and where she likes it.

And for the curious. No I don’t live in my Mom’s basement.