Never Worn

Recently I've been working in a new treadmill(well new to me), and I've found myself following into a horrible habit of closing my eyes while I'm running. I'm not talking about blinking or flapping my eyelashes, but instead consciously maintaining my eyes shut while the machine absentmindedly changes speeds and I now begin to jog on the hamster wheel made human sized. As someone who is usually completely aware of my surroundings, this 40 minute timeframe that I've set out of my day to conduct my cardio isn't one where I particularly think my eyes should be closed for any purpose. During the ticking seconds to minutes that I spend in the gym, I am aware of a lot of different things while standing in the single lonely and small room conducting my usual fitness routine. I'm aware of the illuminated numbers in front of me displaying the unfortunate fact that although the treadmill's pulse detection system isn't even able to pickup my heart rate d

Picked up the blog again temporarily while I have some extra time on my hands with the intent to hopefully write something that people will actually want to read. Apparently, a good way for an author to develop interest and desire from a reader is to ask the reader some provocative questions with the goal of keeping them entertained. So, how's your day going? How's your family? Pets doing well? Additionally, the stuff I actually care about, do people still read things on their laptops? Do people still read on their desktops? Or is everything you read now exclusively available on a 5 to 8 inch plus fibreglass-esque rectangle most likely located in your front pocket? Do people even read at all, whether it be for their own pain or pleasure? Because I'm aware that you're just dying to know, my personal preference is to have a cellphone that's smaller in stature so that it fits more properly into my clothing. Strangely, my favourite object to read is also the abs

The President of the United States tweeted that he would no longer be inviting Steph Curry, an NBA championship winning point guard to dinner on the 23rd of September, 2017. This less-than-140-character messaged ignited a chain reaction that has spread from Twitter across all media sources leaving journalists begging for absolutely anyone to open their mouths and express their opinions on any and all performances of the National Anthem. Due to this unsustainable thirst for people's thoughts regarding how somebody should react when another person strolls out onto a skinny red roll of carpet, grabs a microphone, and sings (or in Carlos Santana's case, shreds out)  A familiar melody that is associated with not only the citizens of an entire Country's sense of pride, but also in this particular performance, a broadcast of an entire stadium's choice of what genre of music to keep on their cellphone. In a country that is war-torn by everything from religious extremism

So it has been brought to my attention by my leagues of adoring fans that I must be psychotic because it's 2017 and this is a blog, so I don't actually have any fans. Saying that, writing this provides me some sort of an outlet, a way to express my frustrations, and unlike when I try to record something on video, or something musical, if a mistake happens while writing this, I can go back and edit it easily. Although the incessant barrage of typos are annoying it doesn't require another take, I don't have to take it from the top, and I really don't have to worry about what I say because no one's going to read this anyway. The idea that I can be so open with my opinions, free to say whatever I want to say about whatever the fuck I want to talk about, should be something that readers admire in the content they seek. In a world where everything is brought to you by something, where content is curated as a way to advertise to you without your brain recognizing i

This blog is entitled "For some reason I cannot sign up for Tidal and it sucks major donkey balls". The title explains the blog but it also explains the reason why I haven't posted anything in almost a decade. Nothing has more influence on my day to day life than music. It is my passion, it is the very everything that I live for. Jay Z is a fantastic Rap Artist. I appreciate his work as a businessman and an entrepreneur and philanthropist. By releasing his album 4:44 as a Tidal exclusive, he has forced me to try the streaming service that puts money into his bank account. For whatever reason, my current laptop and internet connection has chosen to not allow me to purchase Tidal, or sign up for it's free trial services. At this current moment I believe that my situation, by not being able to download Jay Z's latest album 4:44, perfectly encapsulates the frustration and the pure anguish that I endure every single time I think about this blog. What a failure it w