Born? Forlorn? Adorn?

So I opened up my computer this morning and there was an unnamed word document on my desktop. I thought to myself, “what do we have here?” opened it up and got these four words:

Nothing rhymes with pornography?

This happens occasionally now. After I starting writing this stupid blog, I started jotting down my topic ideas when they would randomly occur to me. Typically I do this only after I’ve poured a few cocktails down my head, the only time I think blogging is a good idea. That particular jewel of a theme was brought to you by the fine people at Bushmills. So later, I read these things and wonder how I ever thought I would be able to produce a funny article examining how the word “pornography” doesn’t lend itself to the crafting of poetry.

I’ll open up the notepad function on my blackberry and it’ll say something like “Pregnancy is so weird. Babies growing inside of you.” I’ll find myself in some sort of surreal conversation with an inebriated version of myself who leaves strange notes to me to find later. I’m a cross between Sybil and that stupid Keanu Reeves movie “The Lakehouse”. How’s that for bizarre? It’s like having a really stupid but oddly insightful pen-pal who dreams up wacky stuff to write about, and then expects me to do the actual heavy lifting.

I think that writing down creative or interesting things immediately when they happen is actually a good idea though. How often have you heard or thought something that struck an odd chord in you, but then you forgot it because of all the noise and clatter that goes along with being alive? Here’s a few other things that I’ve heard or thought about lately that were very aptly said by people in my life, with a little surrounding context:

Talking about dumb girls with a musician buddy from home: He likes women that “use their thoughts to think things.” (well said damnit)

Asking my bro how he does what he does on so little sleep: “I just hate myself out of bed in the morning.” (Fierce!)

Personal motto of an cool old roommate I had: “You might not like me, but your parents will fuckin’ LOVE me.” (the anthem of WASPy professional types who are total pricks but who are (let’s face it) exactly who your mom wants you to end up with)