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Hello again five followers,

Although I have been far too busy ignoring my other blogs to write anything of substance for you here, I feel two posts in one sitting might do something in the way of satiating the thirst you must by now have acquired for my have-you-hanging-on-to-every-word style of slapdash blogging.

First off, I am still reeling from the realization nearing 23,000 hits on a blog in under eight months is an astonishing personal feat (and no, the 12 hits a week on here aren't quite getting us there). One I continue to cast aside and forget on a daily basis. To have so many people already tuning into anything still so much in its infancy is astounding. So thank you, I suppose, for apparently enjoying our proliferation of everyday antagonism.

Secondly, I am sitting here stubbornly refusing to take my iPod off of shuffle even with its incessant refusal to play what I am hoping it will, disappointing me ceaselessly at every songs turn. This might seem a trivial matter, but herein lies my struggle: I have had my iPod on shuffle for nigh six days now in an ever-failing attempt at listening to its contents through, leaving freewill and volition behind. A feat it would truly be for a man as often impulsive as myself where music is concerned. On any other given day, if but the thought of another song trickled into my brain (sometimes before the previous song had even begun to ride its own momentum), with the skill and dexterity of a mongoose, I would strike forth for my iPod and dial myself up the auditory expedition I felt to embark upon. I should probably have stuck with my initial sentence (Music + Me = ADD), but that doesn't have nearly the confused, rambling touch to it. I keep rereading this paragraph and I'm not exactly sure I fully understand what it is I just said either.

//writersblock
should I have hashtagged that? #writersblock #hashtaginmyblog #writersblockwhenallIamdoingistryingtovoicemypureunadulteratedthoughttotheinternet

If Brand New comes on once more when I am writing on here I am going to claim conspiracy.

I've lost all train of thought.

I feel about as disconnected lately as the last few sentences of this post. And wouldn't you know it, Fantomas has made its disjointed appearance on my iPod.

Goodnight, with love.