Fake punker named Brian

I need to stretch my brain. It feels all cramped and useless in my head right now. I wrote this little hate filled blog on my myspace (hah, is there any other kind?) and littered with profanity though it may be, it describes me at this moment. The only little thing kinda making my day at this point is the random music coming up on iTunes. Strangely enough the little bugger seems to be feelin' me today. The man seems to be enjoying the music too, believe it or not. He's a cool little man.

So here's the thing about profanity. My mother always said that it's the language of the uneducated and to an extent, I agree. I don't have a ton of education (just yet) but I venture to say I'm at least mildly well spoken and I enjoy the use of expletives. The difference is those who know how to use them, and those who aren't (dare I say, creative?) enough to come up with something better than, "Yeah, well you're an asshole!"

At least, that's my opinion. I possess the power to absolutely slaughter people with words. I wasn't gifted with much, but that I have. If you can even call it a gift. Of course, it goes both ways. I can really bring people up with them too. I've even inspired a few in my time. Hah. Not on purpose, of course. I never purposefully do anything productive for man kind.

I went through this stage, I guess around the time I first met Josh, where I never cursed. I guess I was trying to fit in with the little church crowd or something. (Which never worked for me. It's like they say, a zebra can't change her stripes.) Anyway, I was 15 and had no idea who I was. I'm not entirely sure now, but I have a better idea for sure. When I grew a little more comfortable with myself I said, I'm Lindsey, and I use curse words. And I like it. So there.

Immature? Maybe. But I'm all about acting my age, which is 22 and far from old and wise. I'll be the first to admit that. We know a few couples around here who are our age or even younger who act like they are old. God. No thanks. Naturally, we don't have much in common. Josh and I are the cleaner version of the poster children for 20-somethings. That's not a bad thing.

Of course, I guess I shouldn't judge. If those people like acting 40, then let 'em. Whatever floats your boat, right? Right. I don't have to hang out with you. And if I do, don't mind my taking a nap periodically during our visit. I'll be up for the rice pudding. No worries.

Haha. I'm Lindsey. I'm a smart ass, and I like it.

This whole blog has a lot to do with my inner most thoughts so, because of the nature of this post, you may be wondering why I don't use more curse words. (If you think I use a lot here well, hahaha) It's basically out of respect. See, I don't have a problem with cursing and honestly show me where it says in the Bible that I can't and I may consider stopping but, that doesn't mean I'm going to push my language off on others who may find it offensive. That is not my style.

Abrasive, yes. Disrespectful well, my mother taught me better. I really try, anyway. If I've been disrespectful, forgive me. That's my formal apology.

(What the...Postal Service??!?? How the hell did that get on here...@#@#@#) Harshing my groove. Haha. Speaking of 40 year old phrases.

I don't have a point. Is that what you're waiting for? Please. This is rambling at it's best. The only thing that would make this more disorganized is alcohol, of which I have none.

I'm Lindsey, I write stupid blogs and don't care if you read them or not. Bing!

So this is all crap and if you know me you should know that by now. I mean, there's some genuine feelings in this thing, like my views on cursing and stuff. And actually, I'm not going to explain myself. This is my way of venting.

I'm Lindsey, and today I just don't give a shit.

"I'd love to wear a rainbow everyday and tell the world everythings okay. But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back. 'Til things are brighter, I'm the Man in Black." - Johnny Cash