What the F@*# is this?

During a conversation concerning nothing in particular about absolutely meanings ramblings, which for some unknown reason seemed to be unreasonably tantalizing, I made a highly obvious statement, "What the fuck is this?"  Now this is not a new phrase to come out of my mouth and if you get to know me which is highly possible because I am not sure why anyway besides people that know me would waste their time reading a blog from an egotistical, pseudo-hipster (let be known, I probably would not befriend me if I knew me for reasons that should become clear).  But anyway, I use the phrase "what the fuck is this?" in almost every conversation but at this point it was probably one of the few times were I properly used this statement.  I have had just as many equally boring conversations about about unreasonably tantalizing, and absolutely meaningless topics as I have had about why I have these conversations and why in the hell I have them.  

The point was raised today by my much more interesting friend/hipness odometer what have you, that most of my cognitive capacity is filled with so much mindless and useless information (in any practical sense, and scoring high while playing couch jeopardy does not count).  His suggestion: each night before I go to bed write out, but really who writes anymore (besides that kid in your english class that can find a deep meaning in the most vapid works of spoken word poetry or possibly the newest 8.5 band on pitchfork, no one writes anymore, we jsut type, and if you saw my handwriting it would be blatantly obvious), all the things that i have learned that day, that will have no importance in my life and then I can erase it from my memory bank, in theory at least but let's be honest, I still won't forget it, I will just continue to remember it all and on top of it think about it more because I have created a new compulsive outlet in my life that no matter how much I deny it, I would scratch the paint of walls if I couldn't perform each night before staring at my wall for the next 7 hours.

Anyway, that is what this is, my outlet for all useless things.  This is probably enough for a flagship posting, but I should probably give some ideas of what I am going to be writing about in the future.  In no particular order:

-I wanna be adored, or why selling my soul seems like a bad idea because the profit won't pay my student loans (or my bar bill)

-Which is a sadder state, wanting to find some blow just to listen to coke addled music, or finding 80' manchester music inspiring and uplifting?

-Who the fuck runs across the "Eisenhower" (if you don't know what that is don't worry its not that important to the story)?

-Am I serious, or the sad state of affairs that would make one think so

These and many more will be coming soon, now I am going to go star at my wall for the next seven hours because I am really tired.