I need a clever title.

Lets face it blogspot. My blog title is lame. So lame, i'm actually going to go back a couple years in maturity level and call it slow motion laaaaaammmmeeeeeeeeee. But not lame enough that i'm going to spend time thinking of a decent one. If one comes to me, it comes to me. But if it doesn't, its probably just karma for cracking a joke about my sister being pregnant. Mother was not amused. Well, at least I think i'm funny. My sister is not really pregnant, just btw. she's twelve. Okay, I guess i'm starting to see why thats not funny. don't have sex kids.
so, i'm sitting at my desk typing this wearing huge, thick, black, poindexter-ish glasses. They don't serve to make me look smart or anything, mind you. Just slightly ridiculous. But they make looking for new music a lot more fun, and add an extra sentence or two to my post about my mildly uninteresting day.

I just wrote a whole little paragraph about my musical evolution. But no one wants to read that, so i wrote this instead. Basically, I went through different periods of interest in life: country, jacks mannequin type stuff, chiodos type stuff, joshua radin goo goo dolls type stuff, the killers type stuff, and now idk. But branching out again is fun. A lot of what i'm doing is trying out what other people tell me they like and seeing if I like it. But I always kind of wonder how much of me legitimately likes it, and how much of me is seeking out something to like about it just because I want to like it for some other reason.

anyway. anecdote of the day.
we went to dinner at jake's, this burger place on belt line. it wasn't bad. but i didn't feel like a burger, so I had a chicken sandwich. and not just any chicken sandwich. I ordered the flaming rooster. so I basically had flaming cock for dinner. and because i have the sense of humor of a fifteen year old boy, i'm still laughing about it.

so, chew on that blogspot. or suck on it. haaaaaaaaah alright, i'm done.

-Allie

i don't think i've signed with allie until now, just dave. but apparently the cat's out of the bag, so, why not. but the bag it was in before was probably clear or something, or maybe it was just labeled "Cat", or maybe the cat was just a fuckin loud meower, because i was for sure doing a pretty shit job of keeping "dave" anonymous. actually, there wasn't really any effort put into it at all. hah whatever. this is me. hi.