Monday, June 13, 2011
Attack of the killer tomatoes!!!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
How you gonna kick it?
You're probably thinking to yourself "what's my root down? And why do I care what your root down is? What about my root down?" Those are all valid questions, and I hope I can answer them here.
Besides the kick-ass Beastie Boys song (that may or may not be about snowboarding, making love, or getting back to the basics, depending on which message board you're on) I named the blog "My Root Down" because I feel as if for the first time in my life I'm putting my roots down someplace both literally and figuratively. I won't elaborate on that right at this moment, as the blog is meant to be a series of elaborations on what the hell exactly I'm doing with my life. Or what exactly the hell. Or what the hell I'm doing with my life exactly. Clearly I'm not spending it learning how to properly construct sentences, exactly.
The answer to your (my) second question is this: why wouldn't you care? I care about your silly blog. Sometimes. Listen, I know it's pretentious to assume anyone cares about my daily activities other than online dating. And to be honest with you, I really don't care if you read my blog. I only care that I have a forum to write said blog, and post it wherever I please on god's green internet. I'm sure I'm not the first person in the world to have a thought and think "Hey, that's a good one. Why don't I share it with some people?" Or "Gee, that book was good. Maybe if I blog about how much I liked it some of my friends will read it too, and then we will have something to talk about." So here I am. Sharing. Just like I learned in preschool.
And to answer your third question I say 'what about your root down?' Nobody's stopping your fat fingers from putting a few ideas into cyberspace either, you know.
So thanks for stopping by, and I hope to actually post to this blog regularly because unlike Coyote Arm, (which was strictly about online dating-something I stopped doing) I hope to keep kickin' it root down, puttin' my foot down, and I'll give a shout out to my dad and mom for bringing me into this world and so on.
DISCLAIMER: I may use the English language improperly from time to (all the) time. Deal with it. At least I know the difference between your and you're. And really, what more can you ask for?
Besides the kick-ass Beastie Boys song (that may or may not be about snowboarding, making love, or getting back to the basics, depending on which message board you're on) I named the blog "My Root Down" because I feel as if for the first time in my life I'm putting my roots down someplace both literally and figuratively. I won't elaborate on that right at this moment, as the blog is meant to be a series of elaborations on what the hell exactly I'm doing with my life. Or what exactly the hell. Or what the hell I'm doing with my life exactly. Clearly I'm not spending it learning how to properly construct sentences, exactly.
The answer to your (my) second question is this: why wouldn't you care? I care about your silly blog. Sometimes. Listen, I know it's pretentious to assume anyone cares about my daily activities other than online dating. And to be honest with you, I really don't care if you read my blog. I only care that I have a forum to write said blog, and post it wherever I please on god's green internet. I'm sure I'm not the first person in the world to have a thought and think "Hey, that's a good one. Why don't I share it with some people?" Or "Gee, that book was good. Maybe if I blog about how much I liked it some of my friends will read it too, and then we will have something to talk about." So here I am. Sharing. Just like I learned in preschool.
And to answer your third question I say 'what about your root down?' Nobody's stopping your fat fingers from putting a few ideas into cyberspace either, you know.
So thanks for stopping by, and I hope to actually post to this blog regularly because unlike Coyote Arm, (which was strictly about online dating-something I stopped doing) I hope to keep kickin' it root down, puttin' my foot down, and I'll give a shout out to my dad and mom for bringing me into this world and so on.
DISCLAIMER: I may use the English language improperly from time to (all the) time. Deal with it. At least I know the difference between your and you're. And really, what more can you ask for?
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