Ignoring our friends.

The past few years have been really interesting. They have been full of terror and joy, hope and hopelessness. While this is true for all I am sure, one thing I thought precious to remember is ask how our friends are doing once in a while. Out of no where. Just ask your friends in all sincerity "how are you doing?". You may think they would come to you with a problem if they had any but some times they don't. They may think you have too much on your plate or have other short comings and try to spare you. Even if you do have too much to deal with, helping another person you love with simply "shoulder" will make you feel better. So that sounded a little selfish, SO WHAT!? Win, win. I don't think anyone reads this blog but if any of my friends do, how are YOU doing?

Side note: I am such a teenager I am going to try and win concert tickets to Lady GaGA on the radio tomorrow morning. I want to see the show. She has this show that is big and shocking and I want to see it.

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scar face is a really good movie.

Watch that movie more.

This forum.

I had a blog which I shut down about a year ago on Myspace. The blog was updated almost as often as a twitter account. One to three postings a day including pictures. I was like the 102,002 subscriber to the now over 100 million user network. In that blog I kept open for around six years and told my viewers everything. Things that could even be embarrassing. I had a pretty high number of subscribers which made me feel like what I was doing mattered to people all around the world in some small way. I felt interesting. They all read every post (i'd check). I also got to display my art on Myspace. This gave me much pleasure. Anyway, one day I was reading through the archives and thought to Myself while on Myspace, that this crap has got to come down. There was too much information on it and when I stepped outside myself to read these blog postings I thought "what a self indulgent ass". I printed out the entire blog which took two reams of paper. Still it was a journal (of sorts) and I wanted to have a tangible copy. After running out of printer ink and needing more paper I took a break from printing this enormous blog. A couple days later I finished it and then simply cancelled my subscription. It felt good. It was too big and had an adolescent fodder to it. It had a trashy "reality TV" show characteristic to it. I no longer wanted to be a part of it.

I don't know nor care if THIS blog will be as popular but it will be more mature (not in the sexy way). I will do some abstract writing that might seem pointless. When I do this, it is usually meant to be taken with comedy in mind, so don't think I am nuts for my sunglass eulogy*. The piece was about more than sunglasses yet the sunglasses were the catalyst allowing me to describe many emotions and many days all at once. I thought of a space shuttle and how cool it would be to touch ones underside just because it had been through the atmosphere, space and back. I thought of my sunglasses which served me well through many adventures, good and bad and thus needed to have a eulogy when I retired them.

The title of my blog may be offensive. You will find I don't care. I named it after how I feel in general. I did think about using the word "wussy" instead of "pussy" but that is not me. Phonically and culturally "pussy" is just better. Pussy is also more attractive. Wussy and pussy are interchangeable but I didn't want to be a pussy buy using the less breathtaking adj wussy and I really wanted to use the word pussy. Besides wussy is not even a real word.

Alright, so if there are any readers I promise any other postings will be more entertaining, perhaps interesting or at least weird. This one has been more of a preface.

Over,

DJF

*First posting titled "Big Love"

Big Love

I had to write this for my soon to be buried sunglasses.

"Burying a pair of sunglasses.

You smelled like plastic and rubber when you were born to me. The first time I saw the sun through you it was better all because of you. Oh, thank you for that. All the tables you were tossed onto. All the cars you were left in, I am sorry. Thank you for guarding my eyes when there were glassy and red. Thank you for being so perfectly stylish wrapped around my head. Thank you for snapping back together that one time I really needed you but I accidentally sat on you. I know you liked the water and stayed on my head while I swam and never fell off all summer long. I am sorry I threw you across the room when I had a really bad morning and ripped you off my face when I got home. IT wasn’t you it was me. What I really appreciate about you the most is when you guarded my eyes when I would cry. You cupped my tears and shielded my eyes so that no one would know. You never judged me. You did your job everyday and with the same high standard of quality. Goodbye beloved sunglasses. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. "

I have another pair but this particular pair was just amazingly helpful to me. All decent sunglasses are but I look at things we use daily and how much comfort they bring especially if they last a long time. I see scratches, cracks and warping and I just think of how much fun they must have had and also the sadness they graciously and stoically endured as they remained on my face.