I figure that i’ve been neglecting my actual blogger, but i guess most of the crazy ideas that i think of would go on frivolous, and i really think it’s kinda redundant to post things i’ve done on this page. when i just post about what happened, what’s happening, or what’s about to happen, i’m just going “Look at what i’ve done mommy, pay attention to me!”

i mean, granted, somethings are strange and out of the ordinary so they might deserve my time to post, but most of the time, i figure anyone who reads this is not going to care. i know i wouldn’t (and don’t when i go around perusing other blogs, no one really blogs these days anyways).

i can reccomend this to everyone though: if you have a large enough yard and 60 dollars laying around, get yourself a pool. our 10 foot diameter and 2 feet deep pool isn’t the largest thing, but it is by far the best investment we have made collectivly for this house. i think this even beats out the grill, for sheer mangling.

and i’m all about mangling.

ok, so these days, i probably will end up putting more time into frivolty so take a look, it may change your life

ok, since blogger’s all new, they’re having server problems and whatnot, so i can’t join frivolty and post frivolous things

so since i can’t do it completley officially, i’ll have to do it psuedo efficiantly and do this on my blogger.

wild on E is one of the greatest shows on television. not only does it show you extremly frivolous “live for today” lifestyles, it glorifies them. everyone is having the time of their lives, romping around drunk but not too drunk, having promiscuous sex with whoever strikes their fancy, and everyone’s beautifu. these exotic people from all over the world congregate to have a wild orgy to the excess. and it’s on tv, and it’s beautiful. i mean, i should be able to join this party, all i need to do is get drunk, right? that and thousands of dollars i suppose, but man it would probably be great. all sorts of laying around and meeting random people under the influence of alcohol, and all sorts of shennanigans. if i went tothis trinidad place, i would have thousands of dollars and lots of bling so i could pimp it around the island, pimp dogg style with a video camera and a backpack full of blunts and carlo. i’d have a chalice with #1 in diamonds on it (filled with carlo of course) and a gaggle of local bikini beauties, or video camera hos if you will, to acompany me on my quick dip into debauchery. but who knows, maybe i could swing the living playboy style, from woman to woman…..sounds like alot of work though.

mama said knock you out….

i’m gonna knock you out…

ah, LL, you really do know how to rock the hizze.

god, the phone is ringing AGAIN, and again it was a telemarketer. “is michael p. brady there?” oh yeah, obviously you’re a family member or something.

i did one alittle earlier today which went like this:

Telemarketer Jackass: Is michael brady there?

Me: no……are you the bereaved?

TJ: huh? (either it took him by suprise, or they didn’t know what bereaved meant, i think it was the latter)

M: yes well, mike has displaced himself off this mortal coil, i’m very sorry

TJ: what?

M: i’m sorry if this comes as a shock to you, but michael patrick brady is dead, he swallowed an excessive amount of cum during the bukkake shoot, choked, and noone knew the hemlich manuver, so he tragically died. i’m terribly sorry if you were a good friend of his.

TJ: ummmmm…..

M: if you have a message for him then i will gladly pass it on for you though, i am known to be able to channel the spirits from time to time

TJ: ummmm…i’ll try calling back later

M i told you, he’s dead, if you want to give him a message, you’ll need to feed it through me.

TJ: *click*

nrmally, i don’t do that kind of thing, but beer, and about 7 other callers just like this telemarketer has been interupting my day of laziness, and eventually you get bitter and fed up. hell, maybe if i keep harassing them, they’ll stop harassing me. but godamn you mike, you’re the only person who gets telemarketing calls at this house. seriously, who puts down their real number when they’re signing up for a free can of rammers or something equally stupid.

back to work tomrrow…snicker….work, man this is a freakin vacation right now, earn som emoney to get by, save some for next school year, where i prepare to work my ass off in preparation of setting myself up for a career of some kind where i ultimatley do nothing but fill up the spare time in my life doing something i think is productive.

i’m past the point of fooling myself though, complacency is where it’s at. there’s definatly enough to keep me happy, despite how frivlous they may be.

speaking of frivolty, i can’t wait till ben’s frivolous site is up, there’s gonna be a whole conglomeration of non-ideas at that place, and it’s gonna be awesome

hey hey, had some fun on my “weekend” (monday/tuesday) and now it’s back to b’ham.it’s like two worlds i migrate between. seperate entities almost. hmmmm, maybe not that exteme, i pretty similar up here up here than down in seattle. the scenery m,akes the difference i suppose.

i feel bad for ben, i seem to have rubbed off on him, and he’s in a boot cause he hurt his ankle while being drunk. regardless, these things happen, but man, ethanol really makes things more accident prone. i need a full suit of armor when i go outand do things. otherwise, i will be perpetually injured. i mean, if i want to keep doing things.

i need a spare body. i can go out and do anything stupuid that i want, but as long as my conciousness remains, i can send it to my pre-made clone, ready to accept my conciousness a la the 6th day. or i need some ultra-realistic virtual reality, where i can spend all day bike riding, and feel dead tired in reality, with my brain fooling my body into thinking it actually did everything it virtually did. virtually, really, thin line of difference.

dammit….i waste my time, so it wastes me