busted

Do you hear that sound?  It's a sum of multiple sounds occurring  at the same moment in time, at the same spot, same frequency, same instance:  a cherry popping, a wrinkle propagating, a question interogating:  these are the first words of my first blog of all time....

Big deal

I'm fascinated; diaries are lame, journals are for people doing experiments that might make the writer a steaming pile of radioactive protein.  

-- My mom gave me a diary book once.  I think it was at that point in my life that she noticed that had I stopped sharing the small details of everyday happenings with her on a regular basis...  Not that I don't appreciate gifts, I just think that when you're in 8th grade and listening to Metallica and NWA it's not the best time to get a Snoopy Diary book. 

God love her tho... if it were only the thought that counted, she'd have a million... um .... thought points... which is more than I could ever get... 

Moving on and back to my first points:  cherries, wrinkles, questions.

This is my first blog of my life.  cherry popped.

I know how to beat mario 3, but not how to write a blog...I'm old {queue sound of wrinkle forming on my beautiful frowny spot above me nose}

Questions, yeah I got a few..... how do I write a "blog"?; why do people suck?; can Casey be anymore awesome?; will I ever find a way to tell my friends that I just love the way I feel when I wear leather.. and nothing else?

These questions, and millions more-  

when I fuckin feel like it.

cd