First things first, I wanna say thanks to the 3 people who actually commented on my Rock on the Range coverage. Means a lot to me. Everyone else, what the fuck?
So this is the first blog since those started, and now it's refreshing...but I don't have much to say.
Well, unless you count the fact that I lost hope in everything I do. But no one wants to hear that, if they don't read those articles.
Guys wanna hear a joke?
Cinnamon Toast Crunch being a good cereal.
HARDY HAR HARRRRRR!
If I were funny, that'd be funnier.
But I'm not, so now you're left with seconds of your life being wasted by reading that. So in the end, I win.
And that's just an adjective describing the noun known as Connor.
Being a winner is hard, ya know?
But it's worth the effort.
Yesterday was the day I realized I'm a Glee fan.
I think I'm listening to Rihanna's "S&M" right on. Ballsy song. Haven't caught the video yet, I'm gonna have to do that sometime tomorrow.
You guys probably don't know who Jesse Hughes is. He's just about the biggest fucking rockstar in the entire fucking universe. Most underrated man on the planet.
He's dance moves are impetuous, his grooving is impregnable, he is just ferocious.
Well, like I just said, his dance moves are incredible. Just my hero is all he is.
Here's a video of the man. Just infectious.
By now, no one has read this, or they stopped after the Never Forget part, so I'll be back tomorrow with more random terribleness.
The straightedge rockstar says to follow the shit out of him on Twitter.
Here it is, bitches