i realized that i've been using more and more profanity lately. only in this blog, however. i guess in my delusional mind i think it adds more flavor to my writing. i usually only utter "hell" and "damn" while talking, with the occassional "shit" and less occassional "fuck". but with my blogs it seems i've fallen in love with phrases beginning with "fuckin". hmm, i'm trying to understand myself. it's got to be some freudian reason - like my id has taken control of my superego and i'm in direct conflict with what i want myself to seem and what my unconscious wants me to be. it's got to be fuckin that. haha, yeah baby.

i took my first trip to the beach today for the summer. i almost forgot how it felt to have the sun scorching down on your back and beads of sweat trickling down your face while you lay on a bright beach towel straining to avoid the sand that's about to blow in your eyes.

is introspective a word? i think someone called me that the other day, i'm sorry i don't remember who to accredit it to but it made me think; is the person i am to others the person that i am in this blog? writers often express themselves differently through words than in person. so it makes me think. i just lost my train of thought because my best friend just called me. i was just rambling anyway.

toad the wet sprocket - all i want.