I was freaking out earlier cause I took a shit and my shit was blue. Told my wife and she was like you ate a cookie cake that had blue icing yesterday dumbass. Still weird
I’m driving in my truck jamming tf out and in the middle of a song my wife going to call asking me if I’ve ever been to a cheese cake factory. Why tf do you need to call to ask me that? I’m in Prattville and you’re in Atlanta. Fucking up my jam session n shit.
And once I’m on pictures I go to videos. I can sit at home and watch a live sports game halfway across the world that only has like a 15 second delay of when it’s actually happening. Like I understand the shit, but also at the same time. It fucks me up.
Wanna know what fucks me up? How in the fuck can we record music/sound? Somehow we capture the shit. Can put it on vinyl, discs, cassettes, fucking save it as an mp3 file put it into a computer and then save it forever. Also how tf does any of that shit even work?
Then when I think of that it gets me thinking about pictures. I can take a picture with a camera and it’s just that moment captured forever. Then I can send that shit to someone else a million miles away.
Work has kicked my ass for two weeks straight that everything from my neck to my toes are sore as fuck. There muscles in my ass I didn’t know were there, but I do now because I’m hurtin!
I think I like soccer now. I know nothing about the rules, but I’ve been watching bits and pieces of the World Cup and finally saw the first live goal in this Canada v Qatar game
If you come up to me and say my entire government name and ask how I’m doing then say “You don’t remember me do you?” I will say yes of course I remember you, but the truth is I have no fucking clue who the fuck you are 99.9% of the time.