I am a Machine Gun
You know what I hate? headphones.. Headphones you ask? Why hate such delightful devices that give you private listening to wondrous sounds and music to jubilate the other wise stressed and over worked soul?
Oh.. you my poor friend are not privy to my hell. my personal headphone hell.. the portal which in lays the untapped idiocy that only in which that a venue of face book and myspace can provide.
Now imagine facebook in one ear, and my space in the other.
I saw you cringe.. and now you get it, I get the whining, drooling idiots of society en mass, in stereo.. non-stop. I feel like.. like a tiger.. in a cage?
So yeah, headphones. hate the things, they’re certainly not music to my ears.
AAAnnnd now that I have the obligatory geek rage out of the way, welcome! Welcome one and all to my little corner here in the “blog or death” experiment the bot seems to be running. Apparently he was all out of the chicken dinner, so here I am.
Probably about my own incoherent and scrambled thoughts and disconnected writings and general milling about the tavern.
Have fun kids, its gonna be a bumpy brain ride down the the narrow cerebral track