The Internet really weirds me out sometimes, even though I've been raised with it.
Pre Internet, how could you follow along with what your favorite author was doing and how books were coming along in the UK? How could you hear what your favorite band's lead singer was thinking about (felching, beer, kids, etc.) when he wasn't rockin' the fuckin' joint year round? How would you know how many guys your ex has chewed through in the last 6 months?
Now I follow all of it. Every time any one of them has something to say, think about, or even just off handedly mention, I get it. I may be on the West Coast of Canada and they might be in 'burbs of Chicago or even across the Atlantic, but within seconds of them saying anything I have immediate access to whatever they want me to see.
How fucking weird is that! I don't care if I've grown around it and spent hungover Friday nights doing dishes and watching stupid shit on Youtube, it still gets to me a little and makes me do a double take. I can even follow my favorite pornstars and jerk off to their every new move and curve on Pornhub. Weird. Totally weird.
In other news, I continue to keep getting too drunk on holidays. I'm officially too rowdy for most people after a little gin. I've grown to "double" the size I was in grade ten and am apparently close to becoming one of those assholes who flaunts his rock-hard chiseled body to the bitches too often. I'm also a roaring mass of testosterone and people have been commenting on my energy levels, which I've always considered lower than most.
Who knew.
"Blame the suits, who line their pockets with her tears. Blame the boys in the blindfolds covering their ears."
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