My first Facebook note...sorry Xanga

Xanga is going to cry itself to sleep when it finds out I'm cheating on it with this Facebook nonsense. But what can you do? Things change.

My overwhelming narcissism demands that I find a medium where my idle thoughts have at least one reader other than myself. Seeing as how that is now impossible on xanga, I will post my nonsensical blogs on facebook.

One day when an archaeologist is rummaging through the endless mind numbing drivel that we are so keen on amassing they will probably come across millions of entries like this one along with pictures of our various inane activities. The good archaeologist will spend countless hours cataloging these findings and then unfortunately die of extreme boredom. That being said, I will type more since nobody likes such wimpy archaeologists anyway.

Growing up is a rather difficult process. Laziness seems to be the most comfortable state. Just lolling around doing the absolute minimum seems to be most conducive to homeostasis. At least it seemed that way until recently. Nowadays doing nothing is increasingly uncomfortable. I have had to make a series of difficult decisions and upon making them I am faced with even more difficult decisions and trying circumstances. Am I doing the right thing? Does it matter whether or not I do the right thing? I don't know the answer to those questions.

There are always consequences. Whatever our intentions may be. Whether or not we are willing to admit it, there are and always will be consequences to our actions. They manifest themselves on the very edges of our perception slowly but surely. Every now and then they reach critical mass and turn into giant elephants in our living room.

Why yes the Pachyderm goes quite well with the parquet flooring, the seller will gladly include it in the sale price.

Remember when you were little and you dropped your ice cream on the floor? Some kids picked it up and kept eating it, others just sat there and cried, a few would steal someone else's, a couple lucky ones would get another one. But no matter what they did that original ice cream was forever tainted or gone forever. Don't stress you're probably lactose intolerant anyway.

The point of this madness? Freedom.

Freedom isn't free.

Buy more real estate.

Eminent domain will save the nation.

I am probably losing my blooming mind.

Good night.