holdin' it down

...today's ramblings

I have decided that, as unnecessary as I find this "blogging" phenomena, I will write again. I am just surprised at the joy that reading about friends and strangers' lives brings me. The problem is the unlikely intersection of the two. I routinely read a blog of some random Memphis chick, who can best be described as neurotic. I could not have a conversation in real life with this chick because anyone who is self-involved enough to post everyday about what rad shows they went to and or boys that did or did not talk to them is obviously annoying. However, there in lies my Catch-22. I enjoy putting my randomness in print and I enough the being voyeuristic (it's a sickness) aspect of it all. I check hers and other select blogs daily and am pissed when they contain nothing new. I love reading about some show that I probably would've missed even if I could've gone but I do not like my pretend blog friends and my real friends blogs intersecting.
I was stunned to find that my pretend friend went to Trotter's welcome back party and took pictures. Way too weird. Have my friends become some sort of cultural curiosity? Wha the hell am I missing. I find you guys entertaining but how do these "coolness collectors" stumble into your world. I mean this chick referenced the "rocker handshake". That shit was supposed to be a secret.
If you bitches could please keep out the rift raft in the future. I mean, damn, you are ruining my life. Why don't ya'll just get the fucking scene to drink PBR and pretend to like country. wait you already did.
Here is the irony, I really do like country, Skoal, and Straight JD's. I am confused at how uncool being "cool" has become. I am getting back to '93. I am rocking some Geto Boys and OE8. Catch up hipsters. So you know what fuck it let's let all the secrets out. Let's record " Quarter pound of Pussy" and " Bitches" for real. I got some beats and after listening to Lil' Wyte's new album, I realize that I am Memphis' best worst rapper. I gotz da stunted flo that makes da bitches mo-an. Believe dat.
I am over the 20's. Bring on being grown. Having a mortage, a 401k, and some student loans is da realest.

Dev, you are making a good move. Just enjoy being on your own. One of the best years of my life was that first year out of Memphis b/c you then appreciate Memphis. The city is home and it always will be. It is hard to abandon the womb that the city can be but if you allow yourself to leave you will see it all more clearly. That first year in Arizona I didn't know a soul and I was glad that I didn't. I would drive to a nearby mountain range from my house and sit on the side of a mountain. Just me and a 40. Reading, writing, and thinking about Memphis. I had nights at the the grimiest dive bars that I could find. I met random dudes and had random conversations. I realized what I truly liked and loved about the dirty south and why I needed the separation.

I do wonder what all this means. I could sleep for days and wonder if I missed a beat. I am getting smarter or thinkning that I am. I really just wanna get paid enough to get what I need and not what I want. I would be happy making mix tapes for a living. I am not saying that I am the world's best unrealized DJ but obviously my taste would be well-recieved b/c neurotic blogger chick shouted out all the music played at Trotter's party and I know that for the most part we all rock the same shit.