Dear Readers,
I realize that I have not been keeping up with the bog for quite some time now, but I have a truck load of excuses. At this point I could waste my time typing out all the reasons why I have been neglecting all eleven of my adoring blog readers, however I have better things to do.
Right now I am sitting in an airplane headed back to Spokane. It’s really hot in here and my little blower isn’t really working very well. So I am sitting here boiling over like pasta on a stovetop just trying get my words onto this screen without passing out. The person in front of me has their chair leaning all the way back forcing me to type with T-Rex arms.
Enough Negativity.
The Danger Bears have been working on a brand spanking new song, and I must say it is coming along pretty nicely. I have to name it, but it’s essentially about manning up and not being blind to another persons faults in a relationship. People tend to indulge in borderline obsessive relationships and drop their goals and desires so that they can be with the other person. I find this a load of BULL.
I call the love in these relationships “sick love”
If you partner manipulates you and doesn’t want you to be happy when your not with them, then you may have a case of sick love.
If you partner is a crazy bitch, and you let this fly because you looooove them so much, yep, you have sick love.
If your ready to drop your whole life and follow a person over the end of the Earth, when you aren’t married and haven’t been together that long = Sick Love
If you both generally obsessive about each other, or wear matching clothes, you have sick love.
WARNING: SICK LOVE SUCKS ASS
Doctors recommend that you avoid this type of love at all costs, because it is not real love, it is essentially manipulation and deceit wrapped in a shiny package.
The song is written from the male perspective (sorry ladies), so it does sound a bit biased...tough shit.
Sorry for swearing but just thinking about the song gets me hot headed. The plane is baking me more than a convection oven in a Mexican restaurant on a Tuesday night... If I don’t get some Ginger Ale in about 5 minutes I will either burst into flames or start screaming like a banshee.
I’m not going to post the words to the song yet, but eventually I will. I can’t feel my feet anymore, damn reclining airplane chairs to hell.
So here’s some fun facts about my spring break!
I asked my mom to trim my hair. I guess she thought I asked her to cut my hair for Hitler Youth tryouts because that is exactly what it looked like. Essentially I was forced to cut my hair after she messed up, and I didn’t just want to go with a boring buzz, so I gave myself a lazy hawk (which I just made up, its mohawk but for the lazy dude who doesn’t want to shave it all the way, too much work, and who will never put anything in to make it stand up)
My mother says I look like trailer trash.
I say at least I don’t look like a Nazi.
-Danger
