...is that all there is...

This blog might not have been a good idea. It took me only a month to fall into lazily posting depressing and crude videos. Some might say a lot has happened since the last post. I got an Illinois driver's license and insurance for the first car I've ever owned. I saw two very good movies. I learned a few songs on a mostly-broken guitar. I found out said guitar was unrepairable for less than several C-notes. Ate a deep-dish pizza as well as something called a Grapple. It's pronounced "grape-ul", and is created by dunking a perfectly fine fuji apple in melted grape-flavored Jolly Ranchers. But I digress. Thank goodness nobody is reading this.

Do you really care about my journey into some new life that's magically supposed to be better than the one I had six months ago? How stupid was I to think a new city would instantly cure all the old issues that nagged at this pitiful soul? I remember warning myself, specifically thinking that there could be no cure-all. Yet here I am, several hundred miles away from 99% of the People That Matter. With all the same old bullshit and some new crap added in. And no money. No matter where you go, you take yourself and your problems with you. Genius. I should write bumper stickers.

On the up side, I walked more than 7 miles since this afternoon. On the down side, it was because I didn't have any place to be. Have you seen the Seinfeld where Elaine tells the telephone company guy in her apartment that she could have killed him and nobody would have noticeed?

I'm not drunk, nor close to it. Sort of wish I were. That might take a bit of the sting away, and I could simply be watching some South Park rerun right now, slowly succumbing to a comfortable celery-colored couch. Sure, there have been some good times. But for every hour spent at a bar chock-full of Redskins jerseys or at a concert full of tunes that'll make you happy to be alive, there are countless days spent in this basement apartment staring at a computer screen that refuses to display any job that I can be remotely interested in or qualified for.

Tomorrow will be a completely different day, I'm sure. But right now, the phrase that pays is What's The Use?

Sincerely,
Danny Lite (or Heavy, as it were.)

Editor's note: After re-reading this entry, I decided that maybe shit really isn't that bad. Apparently a decent way to cheer yourself up is to make a list of things that are good. Who knew? The youtube armpit-fart trick works nicely too. Back to South Park.