Today

I type a lot faster than I write with a pen, so here I am.

I've got lots of thoughts flowing through my head -- most of them stemming from real or imagined feelings of inadequacy -- so it's time to exile some of them from my head by committing them to paper or cyberspace. I have been drinking some PEACH Four Loko (delicious!) so my inhibitions are loosened and my inner critic is easier to catch off-guard. This bodes well for opening up and getting the writing process started, but I'm not quite warmed up for legitimate composition that I'd be open to sharing with posterity so here I am...at "Internal Externalized".

It's been a few months before I've stressed the importance of daily blogging, but the idea's been brewing for some time. I mean, writing shit down everyday is productive for a few strong reasons:

• empty my head of bullshit
• vent
• keep a record of the day so I don't convince myself I'm in a rut even when I'm not
• Chart my progress through this thing called life

In other news, Robin Thicke's "Sex Therapy" just came on and I felt obligated to take off my shirt. I didn't really even think about it; it just kinda felt right. (In case you didn't know, falsetto stimulates the gonads.)

I don't really have any plan for this post; I just know that I need to write. I know I've got a talent with words and I know the way I arrange these things is appealing to more people than just myself. I have been telling myself off and on that I need to seek out an ADHD or ADD (as I'm not entirely sure of the difference between the two aside from the extra letter) diagnosis so I can get on something to narrow my focus. That's really been my issue for...um, my entire life. In high school I enrolled in every extra-curricular I could fit into my schedule because I am fucking average at everything with little effort (not sure if that comes across as bragging, but it's true and this is MY OWN BLOG so it's okay). I need to stop wasting my time on these average activities and pursue those things that I naturally excel at -- HINT: WRITING, BULLSHITTING (which are synonyms oftentimes), HUGGING, ETC.

In other news (as this appears to be my segue of choice), this malt liquor is setting heavy on my stomach. I tried punching my stomach to no avail and am currently applying the heat pack otherwise known as Nacho to settle my digestive system...but I suspect the next 15 minutes are going to be a bit uncomfortable.

I'm going go lie on my stomach for a bit and play card games on Jason's phone. I hope to be back with my eyes open so I can write something less inconsequential but time will tell.