The Ocean

So I have decided to start writing my random thoughts again- I figure with all the free time I need another excuse not to go to the gym. I used to have a myspace but didn't want to be the oldest one up on that site, plus- well I don't really know the plus- I guess it's just too much to try and keep up with all these network sites- even if you're in the midst of a current forced retirement such as me. So I decided to keep the facebook and twitter (even though I hardly use that one either- I mostly have it to check what Rodney from The life and times of Tim has to say). So being that Facebook doesn't have a spot for blogging... So quick bits of info; I always hated taking time to actually come up with a title for these things, so I have decided this time around that I would just name them after whatever song i happen to be listening to. Today's title is an older song from Atmosphere that has been on repeat since last night. I'm not big on using apostrophes or capitalizing names- hope that doesnt bug you. As I type that I laugh since I dunno who even is going to be reading this- no one is my guess. Anyways this here will be heavily influenced by the music i listen to, the books i read, the musings of my kids, my drunken misadventures(don't ask me why they are misadventures, it just sounded provocative to me), and the weeks events such as this upcoming Thursday's show my brother is playing.  The only real news will most likely come from the sports world and shit that really really bugs me and unless some life altering 2012 doomsday thing occurs,in which case if this site is still up that might be a sign that I really was some sort of god after all. I also don't watch to much tv other than the History channel, natgeo, the travel channel and A&E, so if you were looking for thoughts on shows everyone tells me is so awesome and that I need to dedicate 3 weeks to catch up with the prior 4 seasons I didnt watch... yeah thats not gonna happen. I rather be out having a beer. Shows like the aforementioned life and times of tim, eastbound and down, its always sunny in philadelphia though... Anyways I guess what I'm trying to say is that I type (wouldnt call this writing that would  minimalize  real authors' work) I was gonna say I type for me but that sounds too pompous and not all entirely true. I guess I just am bored and really do need an excuse not to a productive member of society. Damn it now I feel like I have to have some value... so I guess from time to time I will shell out unsolicited auto insurance advice to make it feel like i have contributed. ha like auto insurance advice is a meaningful contribution. Oh I almost forgot not a big fan of paragraphs either so I only start a new one when a completely new topic comes up- like now

So anyways in an attempt to appease people who stumbled upon the title of my blog and thought it would include tales of times I drunk dialed, I will if I remember to throw up instances of the many incredible ways I tend to strike out with the opposite sex. I'll end it with what made me think to start this thing up again. its a collection of thoughts that just happened to rhyme...

my game? well sometimes it works but mostly it doesn't
so I usually spend my time hanging with my cousins
watching sports at a bar discussions irrelevant
avoid politics and anything newsworthy though shits never boring
and the beer after next will be the one that ends my story
They're too young to ask what happened to their life
I'm too old to go out with them that night
so I teeter totter on the verge of regret
but by morning its thoughts of what bar to hit next
swear my life is so complex but thats just a myth
I just have more time than my money can deal with
so I just keep waiting for multiple phone calls
one my future ex girl the other future ex boss
if I'm really lucky they'll be one in the same
but they dont come and that brings it back to the same theme
my incredibly immense lack of self promoting game...