a couple nights ago, i was having dinner at a pretty swank italian restaurant (i paid $8 each for a glass of house wine and experienced the same amount of regret each time), and in my dinner party was this guy. this guy described himself as an 'artist'. i asked, 'why?'. he replied that he was a creative writer, and that he was going to create a blog with 'multidimensionality, specifically 4 dimensions'. apparently, if i add 3 sections to this blog that are 'for that personal shit, that brand, you know', 'for sports, and especially MMA, it's definitely an up-and-coming sport!', and 'for current culture and business ideas', then i can call myself an artist and unabashedly mention that fact to other people.
the same guy, later on in the night, while i was scrunched next to him in the back of a truck (8 people were in the truck), he told me, 'no joke', that the reason neanderthals went extinct is because they didn't have any sweat glands. i asked, 'why do you think this?' and he replied 'i work at this health store, a really cool place for supplements, and this lady said she studied all about it, and she told me while she was in line'. i told him 'i don't think that's true', which elicited his 'don't take my word for it bro! shit's crazy.'
i'm going to tell everyone i meet that im a painter because i draw words with my keyboard strokes and drop knowledge like the fact that frogs smell like pizza. the aspirations of the artist blogateur inspired me to word-vomit all up into this bloated blog-corpse. welcome 2 bloat-blog.
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