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It's funny. I'm not a big social networking guy. I don't have a Twitter. And even when I do write posts on Facebook, they're usually just Atmosphere or Circa Survive lyrics that somehow apply to my life now more than ever. I think the reason I go on sites like this (I also own a Xanga), is so I can get away from all the nonsense. These stream-of-conscious type blogs I can write, in secret, for strangers, are as close as I can get to reality.

I find this to be an interesting time period. There are subtleties I've been noticing of myself, physically and mentally. For so long I've let my sideburns grow long and disheveled, but they didn't look like pork chops; they looked like a sixteen year-old who didn't shave for awhile. A few weeks ago I said I was going to let my mustache grow and shave everything else on my face every day. Well, it grows back a lot quicker now. It's one of those things that's like... It won't grow any slower than it is right now for the next 40 years. Before testosterone levels starts going down. I'm getting bigger in stature. I've consistently been working out for a healthy amount of time. So it comes to reason. I still smoke an unhealthy amount of cigarettes and smoke too much weed and eat too much fast food. But I'll live.

I must be in the 10 or 20% of people that can smoke more weed than the average weed smoker and still live a completely unaffected life. I still work full time and make fine money. I don't write nearly enough, not like this. I mostly write in a black and white speckled composition notebook. My poetics. There are only two people in the world that really know about them. Me being one, of course.

I've come to, though it took way too fucking long, completely appreciate the work process and work atmosphere. That my parents were each doing this long before I was ever conceived. I have this strange respect for everyone who's alive. And I do truly mean that in this instance. I must be in a good mood or something.

When I was young and not in school, when I had vacation, I'd catch random movies on TBS-type networks. One stood out in particular. It was called 9 To 5. It's pretty popular. But a little old. Not a movie a 9 or 10 year-old boy would generally gravitate towards. But anyway. I just always kind of pictured myself fitting into that nine to five type workplace. Of course, I'd rather be a professional writer who could live wherever the fuck I wanted, but that's for another day. I'm happy right now.

The whole point to social networking and Facebook is just that, last night, I wrote that there aren't enough hours in the day. I kind of liked it especially because it really is true.