Not to be a jerk. You know, I really do. But I read some blogs today and I found myself just thinking ‘oh do shut up’ and ‘that outfit actually looks like shit’. I can’t stand it, I must be in a bad mood when even the delicious blogs do nothing for me now. But this isn’t really about me having a whinge. I know why people are driven to blog, because it’s about the writing. I want to write too, I want to share my enthusiasm with people too. So I am as narcissistic as the best of them. As enthusiastic (shame on me, hey) as the best of them.
My enthusiasm at the moment is music. Not even current music! I am verging-on-embarrassingly oblivious to what is being released right now. The kind of oblivious where somehow you still know the words to all the shit songs, but the actual good music passes you by. For shame, Sam, for shame.
I am enthusiastic about sweet 70’s shit. I’m talking Crosby Stills Nash and Young, I’m talking Elton John baby, I’m talking Carole King, James Taylor and Joni (oh Joni!) Mitchell. I am all up in that shit’s grill, lemme tell you. You can even throw a bit of Dolly Parton in there, and I swear I wouldn’t mind! I just bought a record player, and since we don’t have a TV that works, as soon as I get up the morning and as soon as I come back from work of an eve, it goes on. And on and on and on. It seems the childhood habit of playing things over again obsessively has yet to pass. Luckily for my sister, it’s no longer her that is the victim. Luckily for the BF, I’m no longer obsessed with the theme from Dawson’s Creek.
So there you go. Fuck yeah enthusiasm!!