So with the Pitt refund stress (man some people are dicks!),
occasional loneliness, and the fact that it’s my birthday I think I’ll take
this post to do some self-affirming.
Usually I’m on Assateague Island for my birthday, either as
a youth in a youth group, or a leader in said youth group. We have small
groups we meet with throughout a week on the beach and by the end we know each
other pretty well. Before we break back into the real world, we affirm each
other by giving compliments to the others in the group. It’s good for the soul.
So I figured I’d do the same, a little mental masturbation
for my birthday, instead of just being able to identify more with Blink 182
lyrics.
Man I’m handsome. Have you seen me smile? I look great, like
a fucking goon but great. There’s this picture of Chris Pratt at the last six
Oscars or Tony’s or whatever awards. And he slowly morphs out of his goofy Andy
Dwyer self, into this serious stone faced suit monkey. And I hope I never do
that. I really want those eye wrinkles when I’m like 40. Theres studies that
show that women find men who don’t smile more attractive, but fuck that, I get
plenty of puss anyway.
Speaking of strange (and thus completes my list of my least
favorite ways to reference sex), I’ve turned down a threesome because I wasn’t
totally comfortable with it. And in a society that is so obsessed with sex, I’m
glad I feel ok with turning down what would be a great story and valuable social currency. Which also illustrates some problems with society's view of sex. I didn’t feel totally mentally ok with myself at the
time and I knew it would just make me more heady. Innuendo intenuendo(ed). So I
have integrity, I guess is what I would call that. Cuz turning down sex is
complicated as well, I don’t wanna insult anyone, it just wasn’t right place
right time.
Speaking of right place right time (I am nailing these
transitions), whenever I get bummed out. Whenever my feet have been soaked in
mud for twelve hours and my toes are that kind of bone cold where you know
they’ll still be cold after a hot shower and you wish you owned thicker socks
and you thought that you could help reverse global warming if you could just
take your toes and disperse the cold evenly throughout the earth. Whenever I
feel that, I just remember I’m in Australia and that’s cool as shit. Cuz I could
easily be bumming around in the US, but instead I’m bumming in this place
that’s held such a mythology for me it almost wasn’t a choice to go. So I’m
glad I’m here even if it has crappy internet.
Speaking of crappy internet, I uploaded my song “At The Zoo”
to Triple J Unearthed, which is like the one cool radio station here’s place
where unknown artists can put their music. Sometimes they’re played on the
radio and the band gets famous. It’s a nifty place for new music, and you can
be the coolest kid at the cold sock hop for knowing all the bands no one knows.
But anyway, I put my song up there and three people downloaded it! Or maybe one
person tried twice but it didn’t work until the third time, I’m not sure how
this technology works. But knowing that somebody could be walking around
listening to my songs just makes me so happy. Even if it’s just one little
person who finds some joy in my songs, that’s like the thing ya know? They
don’t even have to have dwarfism.
You should do this! Maybe I’m super narcissistic but it’s
way fun. Go ahead, do it!!! Or save it for your birthday. I don’t care. Do
whatever you want.
Also I found this track I cut/never finished from I Pet A
Dog. The
guts are there though. I give you the Cars are Glue demo.
