Longview

It's a song.

I know, I know, surprised to see me type up another concoction so soon? It hasn't even been one minute since I last published. But what can I say? I think I'm on a roll. No self control. I'm blowing off steam with methemphetamine.

Not really. But that ties me back up nicely to the title of this piece of shit.

Longview is a song. A song I am rather fond of at this time. To put it straight. It's about masturbation. And being lonely. And pathetic.

Somewhere along the line I decided to make it my own little theme song. I don't know if that's entirely legal since I wasn't the even one who wrote it. But then again CSI got all of those The Who songs for their theme songs. So ya know.

I take longview to be like a story about a guy, who doesn't really know what to do with his life. He feels completely washed up, even though there's nothing out there stopping him from changing his life around. He feels like shit, but is just so used to it, he kind of just stopped giving a rats arse. Oh and he also seems to pleasure himself an insurmountable amount. Which is funny to me.

Now I'm going to sit around and watch the phone and wait for someone, anyone, to call me.

Blank Slate

Here we go again.

To be honest, I don't really know why I'm bothering with this again right now. It's such a crucial time for me. What with my final exams coming up and whatnot. But..

I DUNNO

The thought just came to me while in a car tonight:

I'm going to go and write useless crap on the Internet, for anyone who really wants to waste their time with my endless shenanigans and rants.

Hehe. Shenanigans.

Yeah, I figure with a name as ridiculous as "Freegal Smith", I can get away with saying pretty much anything. Too bad I'm boring. Already middle aged and I feel like a washed up piece of cardboard you find drifting off the side of your infinity pool and little pieces of me have ripped off and clogged the pool's filtering system, so now you've got a terrible case of pool scum and bacteria growing on the surface. That's what each of these blog posts are. Distraught little pieces of crap, of microscopic significance and real purpose other than being a nuisance.

So do i sound like a big pouty pessimist yet?

Enjoy the rest of my scum.