days go by

i know, i know, i said i wouldn’t blog anymore and what do you know, a spanking new post! gosh! the cheek! but you know what?

fuck you all. it’s my blog, so there. HAH! go me.

i’ve been feeling the urge to post up something on my dying blog, but just can’t seem to get into the mood anymore. How many times have i sat in front of my pc and stared blankly at wordpress, willing words to come up and leave my fingertips to the keyboard to the screen? i don’t know; i lost track after the umpteenth time i sat down and connected to the internet.

so here i am now, wondering what i could possibly blog about, while petulantly scooping Nestle Strawberry Yoghurt Anytime Is A Good Time For Yoghurt! into my mouth. oooh check it out, it’s even got little strawberry bits. but i’m straying. life has been pretty quiet and chill lately. i’ve spent many a day sitting outside in the lawn and watching the grass grow and the birds sing and the bushes swaying in the wind ala FeiCiPet’s marvelous armpit shrubs. the joyful innocent kittens who use to plague me by romping about happily before gnawing my toes off have grown up and turned into Fucking Blazing Demons From The Lowest Pits Of Hell and will likely get a kick up the snout should they attempt to try and nibble me again. in short, the joys of life for me now involve sitting down listening to everything around me with a quiet smug know-it-all smile on my face which irritates the hell out of the people around me. ah, bliss.

i guess this is the effects of getting on in life. you mature, you settle down, you chill out. gone are the days when you used to think that having vanilla ice hairstyle is cool. gone are the days of mc hammer pants and bon jovi mullets. and the best part? rock is truly dead, and pop is here to stay. dammit i feel old.

what happened to those pogo days when you used to bounce about and everything was cool, everything was under control?

what happened to the days when moshing involved real hard assed bands, and rock wasn’t a fashion statement?

what happened to the days we could eat and drink whatever we wanted and not worry about your fucking weight, or your fucking cholesterol or even whether it’s ethical?

what happened to the days when you could be whoever you want, and not give a fuck what other people think?

what happened to the days of eternal sunshine and summers in the park?

sigh.

everything changes, ultimately. even good music taste.

but honestly the next young “punk” who comes up to me in chains and spiked hair and goth eyes and piercings and tells me that he really “is into ROCK like good charlotte / simple plan / busted / avril lavigne / WHATEVER” is going to get a stiff finger in the eyeball.

hard.