3:48am

Wow, it's way too late to be up. Getting some songs to put on my new laptop. For one thing, this is pretty much gonna be dominated by my thoughts about songs among other things. Right now "Guitar" by Prince is playing, and all the reviews said it was a good, ripping, guitar-crazy song, but it actually sounds pretty muted, and Prince's voice is too far away in my opinion. Nothing will top his performance of "Best Of You" at the Super Bowl this year anyways, he killed what was already a great song.

"Last Night" is playing now, and that song'll probably never get old for me. Come on, how has nobody else used that beat as well as Diddy has? Bom, cha-cha, bom, cha/bom, cha-cha, bom, cha...like it's ridiculous, same way "We Will Rock You" seems so obviously good...obviously not as classic, but you know what I mean.

Last day of work tomorrow...by the way, never work at an airport like I did. For one thing...you never get regulars, so everyone you meet is only once, unless you're somehow scheduled for the time the people fly out and then amazingly for the time they come back too...it's happened though. The other thing...don't work in a toy store...with shitty toys you can't play with. You'd think that'd be a dream job, right? Everybody grows up loving toys, and then you end up working in a store full of them...and it blows. Maybe it's just a guy thing, all the girls seem to love working there.

I'd be surprised if anyone ever does read this regularily, but it's a good way to put down thoughts, and all I ever read is "blog-this, blog-that" in every single magazine. Elton John even thinks bloggers and the Internet are ruining creativity...but then again the man wears pink sunglasses and marries other men. But then again he did "Rocket Man" and "Candle In The Wind" so I guess everything balances out.

I wish this blog coulda been about all the random shit I read in the magazines at work, but that'll be over by tomorrow. You wouldn't believe the kinda stuff that's in magazines. Some article in the New Yorker about people with a condition where you eat off your own fingers cause you're deathly afraid of them, and where you swear and hit the people you like the most uncontrollably.

And then the trash magazines, all those celebrity ones...ugh. They happen to find the most appropriate pic for their outrageous headline, like "Angie crying out for help, reaches 28 lbs" or something stupid like that, where it's one of her head down, face scrunched up and not wearing any make-up, or using a pic from Britney Spears shooting a video where she's on a strip pole in like chaps along with a headline of like "Brit dances at club, gets drunk, gropes college student, all in front of her sons". Frankly, I think she got that kid to drive the first time just so none of her friends have to be the DD whenever all the girls go out.

Anyways, that's number one of probably a lot, and I guess I'm gonna be wasting hours of my life on this thing from now on. And you'd better read it.