Have you ever had an idea, a shear "stroke of genius" that at the time of conception just felt like the greatest idea ever? Then, after its been given some thought, you come to the realization that it's possibly the stupidest idea ever. I like to call these happenings "phantom eureka moments." I'm currently doing a cost benefit analysis of getting a tattoo. I want something artsy and pretentious, like script from some obscure piece of literature, only because I want to be "that guy", the guy who uses air quotes and talks about indie art house films and subterranean bands. I say subterranean because even the underground artists haven't heard of the bands he's talking about. The more and more I think about it, I just don't think I have something that means enough to me to have it permanently on my body. I can already tell that there will definitely be some buyer's remorse, and unfortunately there is no return policy.
On an aside, I think I've decided to pitch an idea for the newspaper. It'd be a great way to gather contacts and have some published work. Always have to be thinking about your future kids. I'll divulge the details when I work out all of the logistics and what not.
Also, I've been rather nostalgic lately. Be ready for some sappy, emotional bullshit soon.
Currently Playing: John Mayer- I'm Gonna Find Another You (Live in Los Angeles)
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