Hells yeah.
I’m Self actualizing everywhere. Nah, I can dig it, I’m into blogging my shit.
I can see a lot of people turning up here and being like . . why the fuck is he going on about this shit?
And by this shit, I mean, all kinds of personal angst I’m going through, mainly more or less related to the fact that I’m a workaholic, and have an unhealthy obsession with developing my financial interests.
Can I defend that point, you wanna hear my justification?
Being poor sucks. It does. I was poor once. And there’s so many fucking things in life you can’t control, at least you can get some money in the bank. In fact life sucks, I NEED a nice car, and expensive food, and everything else I want just to make it through the day.
I could really use having one less problem in life to worry about.
So yeah, it’s my blog and I’m allowed. It’s my party, baby.
In fact, my thoughts are that for one, when I’m writing my blog I’m not doing work.
Also, I’ve given up any claim to being a decent musician so if you’re interested, it’s your own stupid fault.
Well I’m getting vision for my art here! I spent the last couple of years kind of fogged up with my tunes, y’know, I realised I’d got to a point with my shit where it was kind of possibly able to go somewhere or more . . I’d reached a level.
I needed to drill down and get deep on my shit, so I’m dumping down here. I dunno, you maybe fucking Michealangelo when you get up in the morning, I’m just trying to self actualize my shit over here!
There’s too much shit going on in my head. I need to see this shit, I need to write it down and get it out and look at it and see for myself . . . what the hell am I on about?
I’m going to get there, I’m going to keep writing it down until it all makes sense.
And maybe then I’ll do something that actually matters.
Until then you might have to wait until I’m ready to say anything that’s actually interesting.
