a high five in the form of a reciprocated grin:

if you know me, you know that i don't read much. which is kind of weird, because i love to write. but maybe you don't view that as odd. you may read my stuff and think i SHOULD read more, cuz i have no flow or rhyme or reason to anything. perhaps if i read more poetry or philosophy i'd sound brighter when i wrote. that's what you say. but i say, i don't really give a duck. i just like to let what's in, out. bahha insert immature bathroom joke here.

moving right along...

another odd thing about me: i don't listen to much music out of choice. at work the girls always have music playing. but when i drive, the radio is always off. i don't sing in the shower, and i don't play the radio while getting ready in the morning. i have favorite artists, don't get me wrong. but i just don't think i actually listen to music as much as the normal person does. that's odd because i write music constantly. and play it and record it. part of me likes it that way, because when i'm done writing a song, i can sit back and say, 'i didn't get any inspiration from any other song out there. this one's all me.' and that's a very satisfying feeling. i like hearing myself think when it's quiet. and that's not me trying to be poetic. i just really like thinking about my thoughts. and that's best done quietly.

anyhoo, today i finished a book. i FINISHED a book. i can count on one hand how many books i've finished in my life. (not counting the ones i was forced to read for school...which some of those were only cliff notes...and no, i feel no guilt about that)

i read this book of poetry. disgusting, i know. i really hate poetry actually. i get these creepy crawly awkward feelings every time a character recites poetry to another in a movie. if any dude were to recite poetry to me, i'd prolly dump him on the spot. no, not probably, i would. i just think it's stupid. put it on a melody and sing it to me, and we can talk.

but anyWAY, yes. i read a poetry book. by CHOICE. from front cover to back cover. in THREE settings. wait...not three different places (settings)...in three sessions. there. that explains it better, i think. ok.

it was called 'all the hits so far, but don't expect too much. poetry, prose & other sundry items'. well, it's STILL called that...forget i said it WAS called...

moving right along:

it's by this kid named bradley hathaway who's prolly around my age or a little older. he seems like an average jesus loving kid who's lacking the 'religious' spirituality. just like me! i started to fall in like with his thought process. i felt a little bad, because i'm married. i shouldn't be falling in like with anyone's anything. but then, i discovered, it was MY thought process i was falling in like with. this dude reminds me of me. me me me. and i liked what i saw. i like me. and you're cocky if you thought that was a cocky thing to say.

so yeah, you should check him out. one of my friends said he met him once and thought he was a dick. but that's ok. i'm a dick sometimes too. so give him a chance. you may like him. but if you think he's a dick, don't say i didn't warn ya.

anyway, i was in a room full of people in a public vicinity as i finished this book. i read the last word and a little crooked smile came over my lips. it got bigger and took up my face when i shut the covers together. i looked to my left, and then to my right, still with the slight grin on my face, to see if anyone just saw my accomplishment. and i really did this. this isn't just cute writing, folks. i was grinnin and looking for someone to pat me on the back. but no one seemed to care. the nerve. i guess everybody there had read many books in their lifetime. poetry books even. they prolly thought my 120 page book was nothing to shake a stick at. i was looking for a high five in the form of a reciprocated grin. but alas, another private moment.
well, not so private now.


here one of his songs here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp9wwWwa2KY