...i already have writer's block

secrets and damons and peach cigars

2005-09-25T22:26:00.000-04:00

Hey Amy. What's up Beth?

I was recently turned onto a beautiful website that's actually located here at blogspot.com. http://postsecret.blogspot.com is the link. Someone started a blog that asks viewers to make homemade, anonymous postcards with secrets written on them. Then I guess you just send your card in and the blog-owner-guy scans and posts them. It's pretty him and definitely interesting. I spent about 40 minutes just now reading a bunch of these. Some of them are damn intense while some are just stupid. Either way, it's all pretty awesome if I do say so myself. And I do. So, instead of taking the time to make a post card, send it in and wait for it to show up on the site, I'm just going to be ballsy and list some secrets of my own on here. Some of you reading may think these are all a joke while some of you may already know which ones are definitely true. For the sake of continued mysteriousness and child like curiosity, I'll leave it up to each of you to decide for yourself...

PATRICK MOSS!! .....secrets....

1. at any given moment I am in love with at least 5 girls
2. i've only really ever been in love with one
3. honeybees navigate by using the sun as a compass
4. honeybrown is my favorite beer
5. honeybees don't like honeybrown, as much as i may wish they did
6. sometimes i really do think i'm better than everyone
7. the rest of the time i know it
8. it's a sad day when you can look at your family as peers, i was 18
9. i look forward to death
10. i wish my cat would die
11. my biggest fear is never having a family
12. a lot of times i want to live alone forever

13. i think i'll be a better father to my kids as my parents were to me
14. i've never cheated on a girl in my life
15. i do, however, enjoy trying to get girls to cheat on their bfs with me
16. 15
17. i battle depression with the best of them
18. sometimes i liked being depressed and lonely
19. music is my aero plane
20. i have no idea what that means
21. i've never done drugs and have no desire to
22. though i never admit to it to avoid annoying conflict, i think people who do drugs are retarded and deserve whatever hardships they get
23. i prefer to drink alone
24. i'd go to prison for life to take away the mistakes and hardships of my sisters
25. spending money makes me happy and i don't want that to change
26. i'm BROKE!

Alright, that's enough of that. It's time for a new subject. So, for those of you who don't know, I'm currently working at Damon's Grill in Chantilly, VA. I don't really have much to say about this other than I work with some sexy girls, my bosses are cool and the money sucks. It's all about killing time until January. I'll write another post someday about my adventures in Damon's Grill. Most of which, though, will definitely be made up because that place kind of sucks.

I had a peach cigar from Sheetz after work tonight. It was mad good. I think I like cigars. I think I've been watching too much Sopranos. I think it's time to stop writing. I think...

the format

2005-09-05T00:48:00.000-04:00

Water water on the seeds
To my left they rose and leaf
To my right cross Seven Seas
Maybe maybe they'll stay true
My seeds will cross and then take root
And leave you to an empty room
Lonely lonely that is you
Lonely lonely that is you

Paper paper obsolete
How will you reach out to me
I thought you'd ask me not to leave
Lonely lonely that is me
Lonely lonely that is me

Distance makes the heart grow weak
So that the mouth can barely speak
Except to those who hide their needs
And I have read the golden seal
That tell of how the seedlings feel
Reminds my heart what love can yield
By my only things are clear
Baby boy I'm staying here
Lonely lonely that was you
Lonely and so untrue

-Feist "lonely lonely"

I know it's sappy, but, it is a beautiful song.  Everyone should go check out Feist when you get a chance.

So, keeping up with this diary thing is kind of a pain in the ass.  You can’t force that shit, can you?  I had no expectations of being able to consistently write something daily that I’d be both proud of and think was meaningful and/or funny.  But damn, it’s been like a week now and I still have nothing.  So, under the assumption everyone reading this both knows about and loves my taste in everything, I’m going to shamelessly fill most of my entries with lyrics, funny quotes, links to shit that’s funnier than this and perhaps the occasional short story written by yours truly.

That being said, everyone go to http://www.thesuperficial.com.  It’s a good site and a great way to kill time in work, school, church, the grocery store, your local swimming facility, the gym, space, Arizona.  This is, of course, assuming you have high speed internet access at each of these locations.  Which, by now, I’m sure you each have in both your shoe and hidden in the lenses of your glasses.

I do promise, from now on, to try and actually have an original theme to each of my entries while spending less time writing about what I’m going to eventually be writing about.  In other words, my next entry won’t be for at least two weeks because it will take me at least that long to both write and continually edit it into something good.

I’m pretty sure no one reads this but my sister.  So, hey Beth, what’s up?  How’s work?  Yeah? Cool.  Well, I’ll talk to you later.  I love you.  (*leans head against shoulder (her shoulder for those of you who aren’t Beth and are trying to figure out what me leaning my head against my shoulder means (not that knowing that I meant her shoulder makes any more sense, but at least you’ve got the mental image correct.)))

(”Sometimes when I talk you can’t hear me.  That’s because I’m in parenthesis.”)
                                                        -Mitch Hedberg

Random True Fact: blackboard chalk contains NO chalk

Peace.

popping my blog cherry

2005-08-25T21:50:00.000-04:00

I've always considered the idea of starting an internet diary/blog/thingy/whatever. However, being my way-too-talented sister, Beth, is consistently rated #2 on Diaryland.com, I've always kind of avoided the idea. I've recently come to realize I'm far superior in all ways to anything she does so I've decided to, once again in my life, attempt to one-up her at something she pretty much owns. My balls are in your court now, chickie!! ...wait, what? I never did understand that cliche.

So, I'm not the best writer in the world, which will become more and more apparent as these moderate-at-best entries proliferate. (Thanks Guido) And, for those of you who once thought I was a terrible speller, well, you're right! (Thanks Microsoft Word spell checker)

Okay, I really don't have much to say tonight, but I wanted to get an entry in here so I could pretend I'm as funny as my sister. I'm not. The internet-based challenge 'ball' is apparently, as always, being bobbled around in my court. You win this round..................