so i am really excited/bored/nervous/happy about having a blog (god, i promised i would never even say that fucking word) on here for you. the only weird thing is why i caved in and did it anyways. i guess i am just fascinated with people’s fascination with others’ everyday lives. we have all these crazy magazines now that outsell SPIN and Paste 10 to 1, that are just about seeing people at the beach looking a little fat. it is weird for us to be obsessed with mischa barton’s appearing/vanishing/reappearing cellulite, and where the dude from Dazed and Confused  does push-ups today. (how do you know if a period in a sentence is italicized? i told you we were in trouble here…).

 also, what’s the deal with the online status feature on every website, program, etc? why would i want you to know if Butch Walker is studying? peeing? in a pensive state? it is so weird that we have to know what everyone is doing at that moment and that you would WANT to let everyone know what you are doing every moment as well. my friend was telling me about the future of the internet the other day, and there’s a whole website now dedicated to just telling people what you are doing right now… WTF? OMG? LOL? HDIRMPWIF (how do i retrieve my password i forgot)? fuck having a myspace or facebook to post semi-flattering pics of yourself. how about just a site that sends a message to your phone to tell you where and what your friends (or enemies) are doing right NOW. can’t a girl get a little fucking privacy around here? i am blown away. there is no mystery or mystique anymore. i remember back in the day, being really curious in wonderment about what my favorite rockstar or actress crush would be doing at that moment. were they sitting in a castle on top of a mountain with a vegan turkey leg in their hand, while being fed grapes from a contest winner? were they actually normal? did they shop at Ralph’s? did they buy hi end mac’n’cheese or the generic 5/dollar kind? did they watch TV? what did they like to listen to?.. the beauty of it was….. WE NEVER FUCKING KNEW. once the mystery was gone in these people’s lives, due to the media feeding our obsession, it was all over. now the desensitization (tell me if i made that word up) of our culture has made us not give a shit if Axel puts out a record that people have been waiting in anticipation (?) for 50 years to hear, but wether or not that Fat-assed, sorta hot Kardashian will be fucking anyone else on a cheap, homemade pornotape anytime soon. this is the grave we dug. we must lie in it. but as we lie there, telling the worms that the last Wolfmother album was better than the new demos they accidentally leaked online, we must ask ourselves….. does anything really make us truly happy and inspired? does anything really move us, or is being moved considered gay or uncool? next blog: Religion, Movies, and overuse of the italics feature….