ben

A few days ago, I was eating something and I accidentally bit the inside of my cheek really hard.  It still hurts a lot, and looks like I have about three cold sores all bundled together on the inside of my mouth.  Last night, I accidentally got some wasabi on the epicenter of pain and I nearly passed out.  I don't think I'll know such pain as that again.  It was worse than someone breaking your heart.  Sorta puts everything into perspective.  The next time I run into my ex-girlfriend, I'm going to say, "At least there's no wasabi on an open wound in my mouth" and go skipping down the street kissing babies and letting small birds dance around my fingertips.

So I peed in an alley last night.  That's pretty normal where I'm from, but where I am, it's practically unheard of.  I stood there peeing next to a dumpster as my bartender friend and his pretty girlfriend laughed.  We all laughed.

Sometimes, when I get depressed, I think about the awesome novel I'm about to start writing and feel a lot better.  I've been about to start writing this novel for about five years.  Also, I spent $100 on nights out over the last two days.

"thanks!  i personally don't think i'm told i'm doing God's work often enough."

Drinking beers in a subway station with my bartender friend, his very pretty girlfriend, and an electronic dictionary.

You know those times when it suddenly dawns on you that you're way too drunk?  I had one last night where it was like I was desperately trying to get a grip on reality and not pass out.  I think some girl even asked me if I had too much to drink.  When I was walking home, I ran into a railing and fucked up my knee.  I'm still sort of limping now.

I spent about 15 minutes making the stupid ben logo on the right side of this blog because I didn't want to post a real picture of myself (in case you were wondering, I am really hot).  It ended up looking pretty ugly.  I'm playing around with the face transformer thingy (you can search because I don't know how to put pretty links in this) and if I have any success, you'll probably see one of the fruits of my labor.

I can't make any guarantees that I will keep posting, but my basic decision behind starting this blog was to provide an outlet for anything I wanted to say.  I have another blog that is severely boring due to my full name being associated with it, so I'd like a place where I can feel a bit more open.  This is not to say that I will conceal parts of my life on this so as not to be identified, it's just that I'd prefer to not have my full name associated with this for future employers, family, or friends to find.  This is basically because I drink, have awkward sex, poop, have opinions, and do lots of embarrassing things just like any other person, but which are still somehow considered indecent to the people I'm hoping won't read this.