a key line in jamiroquai's "just another story". ya'll give that a listen now, ya hear?


why do people give a shit? why do some overanalyze things?
this makes me laugh.

most importantly, why do i get overanalyzed?
my actions, my words...everything. DO NOT fucking overanalyze me.

i do not care. it's cool. believe me.

to each and all who this applies to, believe me.

i am 21 years old, i really dont give a shit, and furthermore i hold my wisdom with a white-knuckled grip.
so yea...lets get back to a state of homestatic conditions.

i really don't need undue stress.

in other news, i hear the beautiful noises outside my window of a brazillian husband and wife curse and scream and even threaten eachother. other times its the italians...sometimes it's even filipinos..those days tend to be the most interesting in that i get a nice front row seat.

married..with children...isn't that great?

in more light-hearted news, i heard the new outkast double LP came out today..or yesterday..or something. the point is, its out. so yea..imma have to cop that!

and also, i heard the new erykah badu cd is available for download too...so as soon as i make space on my computer, or if someone is kind enough to burn a copy for the good ol' island boy, me, i'll likely be bumping that on my room's ghettoblaster.

to more serious news..and positive, for that matter, my friends kick ass.
this is meant both figuretively and literally.

they say your friends make you who you are...if i myself am a funny man...then by all means, i gotta say you are a pack of funny-fuckers too.

i kinda believe that too. i think i take the best individual aspect of my friends and utilize that for myself.

birds of the same feather flock together, si?

[hand gesture]
THIS IS MY VIEW!!! right here.

see, it's those things that imma remember while im rotting away in my death bed. the "goods" i like to call 'em.

that's all for this post...im slowly feeling more and more funny again...that's the spirit...i think the work and anxiety that comes along with the first week of skool was attempting to crumble mr. jay's spirit.

no way in hell could i just standby and let that happen. cmon now.

so yea, once i think of something funny again, ill be back to blurt my heart out about it.

from a grown man with his cautions thrown to the wind in a carefree attempt to disregard all brain-tangles, g'day.