You wouldn't read a book if it wasn't interesting

So I don't feel the need to talk to people who bore the hell out of me.
Does that make me an asshole?
Probably.

Anyway, that really has nothing to do with the content on this blog. To be honest I don't really have any content to this blog, so if I end up rambling back to that, feel free to exit the page and go about your myspace/facebook/twitter/porn or whatever else you guys do on the internet.
I won't be offended, pinky promise.

My cat is sitting on my pillow next to me, glaring at me. I do believe he's a bit mad. I've had some people stay at my house for awhile now until their lease went through for a new apartment. Their names are irrelevant to anyone who doesn't actually know the situation. They are moving out today and yesterday they brought over a small dog and another kitten to stay the night. My kitten wasn't having it and I'm pretty sure he's jealous as fuck. It's kinda funny though, how a human emotion can flow through an animal and it's cute, yet when a person is feeling the same emotion it's a bad thing.

That really has nothing to do with anything either. I just really feel like writing, but I'm not in a productive mood, so the couple of short stories I'm working on or the notebook filled with unfinished lyrics will have to wait until another day. So I'm just going to write down whatever random thought pops in my head.

The fucking All Star game yesterday was awesome. Did you see that catch in center field? Carl Crawford is a beast of a left fielder. Everytime I watch a baseball game I slip into this mode where I absolutely hate myself for ever quitting. That's life though. Everybody would be something else if they knew what could happen ahead of time.

I really want to travel, I need to get out of this state soon. Nothing against Louisville, it's a great place to live, but hell I want to see something different. We're going to Chicago (and maybe Florida) in August. I'm very excited for this. Not only am I seeing the band that has been my favorite since I was 8 years old, on their big ass reunion tour, but I get to see a great city that I've always wanted too. Not to mention the road trip there, something about the open highway seems more like home than where I am now, sitting in my bed with a re-run of Seinfeld going unnoticed on the television.

I'm going to stop this blog of nothing before I spend all day writing about something no one cares about. I have a show at Derby City Expresso this weekend, and hopefully I'll be hanging out with a new friend as well.
Looks like a good weekend ahead, now to just get through the remainder of the week at work. Which has become a bit more fun because of me and Tim's mini baseball game we play with 20 ounce bottles and a wadded up piece of paper.
You gotta have some entertainment in that place.



later
-Josh