Why do people ask "how are you" and then proceed to ask "how was your day" as if they are two fundamentally different questions?

I've been thinking... why does all social functions involve drinking? and what makes it fun to you that do?

I'm not usually a heavy drinker nor am I a goody two-shoes about this but after getting heavily drunk a few times I've been wondering.

Alcoholic drinks don't taste good enough to drink 'em casually so, if you drink you should be drinking to get drunk. If you're drunk you barely remember the night as well as having no ability to make decisions... so why do we do it?

Am I the only person who read the okc site news thingy as venereal disease?

So... Today started deceptively good.

I spoke with the one who can keep my attention amongst other things...

Of course, sleep deprived promises interfered with my happiness and I experienced what stunted companies like Krispy Kreme and Kodak, I fell asleep at the wheel during what was an important turn of events.

I feel like an idiot and a jerk now.

Attempting to enjoy myself while keeping the promise only made me feel worse.

But there is always hot chocolate and grunge music at the end of the day.

Ever think life seems to be going in reverse? Well it has been that way for me for awhile. I feel like I'm losing everything I achieved.

If I'm not losing it, it goes backwards. My taste in music is slowly going backwards through the decades. I was listening to Fuel, Finger Eleven, Creed, Bush, and Nirvana- bands whose heyday was in the nineties. Fast-forward a few weeks and I'm immersed in Queen, The Police, Journey, Cutting Crew, and whatever 80's hits that caught my ear(the Final Countdown- that terrible song). Now I'm into Hendrix, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Heart(who doesn't like Barracuda). Found myself drawn to Billie Holiday, Satchmo and Duke Ellington yesterday. Really.

People situation seemed to follow suit. Old relationships springing back up, or constant ones seeming like they were before.

It's like God(in all his godly goodness) hit the rewind button on my life's vcr(dvd player for our modern friends).

Then there are things that are constant, like spools on the film reel, that spin but don't move. Like Philip Glass's Mad Rush. Or the four people in my life that I can always fall back on.

I ask myself why is it doing this. Then I understand that the only reason you rewind anything is to record over it. So, here's to hoping that new recording beats the old one. As I hold up my imaginary wine glass filled with hope, cheers!

The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to
reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.
- Albert Camus

I could never understand these dating sites so, I decided to try one. In hindsight, I most likely shouldn't have. It has the all criteria usually in my bad decisions: lack of response, lack of confidence, and the inability to understand my own attraction to it.

Yet this has become my guilty pleasure, my little social experiment and get away from true existence. It's a challenge. A world very different then the one I actually exist in.

I figure that I don't plan to give up on this in the near future. And if I am to go with Camus' definition, this may be my greatest art piece.