Glutton For Punishment

Well shit. If I'm anything, I'm a glutton for punishment. Purely of my own making. Now, I'll get into the making of my particular life in rather great detail in future posts, but let's reflect on the right now. What am I doing, other than procrastinating... I'm listing to my "Depressing Ass Shit" playlist on iTunes. Helpful? Not so much. But I appreciate being able to sing word for word (and out of tune) all of the words to the uplifting  songs of Coldplay (The Scientist, Fix You), Block Party (This Modern Love), Cold War Kids (Louder Than Ever), The Airborne Toxic Event (Sometime Around Midnight), The Killers (Mr. Brightside)... You get the drift. Bottle of wine– empty. Pack of smokes– half empty. My self worth– I heard it being deposited in the dumpster below my apartment seven minutes ago. Sigh. Why do I do this to myself? I suppose because there is something comforting in the familiar routine of bringing a down self downer. I mean, I know all the words, alright! That's something. Now ask me in a non-semi-drunken state who sings Mr. Brightside, and you've got the "deer in the headlight" gaze coming at 'cha. But wanna get me to sing every word to Mr. Brightside... Play it right after Damien Rice's The Blowers Daughter, and I'll sing every note in perfect(esque) pitch. Just ask. I'll send you the YouTube link.

Bottoms Up and Cheers!

Well that was easy...

Hello Blog world! It was all too easy to join this beleaguered and perhaps dated e-verse. But here I am, nonetheless. True to life, and one shakey step behind, I begin to document the trials of my not-so-extraordinary-life. Humpf. Sound original doesn't it? Well you just wait. Soon you'll be inundated with the goings on of a thirty something Half-Korean Redneck (Kimchee and Grits- get it?), transplant to Los Angeles and the EFFED UP recent-ish past and hopeful (hopefully) future of my existence. Excited? Me neither. But keep reading. Perhaps you'll chuckle, or cry, or both. We all need to embrace the lived experiences of, well, life. Good. Bad. Ugly and whatnot.

So, here it goes...