daydreaming about improbable situations with co-workers while at my desk, looking at a jpeg image of a 100 years tortoise befriending a baby hippo, creating a business plan based predominately around retrofitting the oscar meyer weinermobile to appeal to a largely homosexual male clientele, writing music and wowing millions with my brilliant guitar and piano works, driving my supremely masculine vehicle with its top down around the local corporate facility at speeds significantly above the posted limit.
tomorrow we fight, and perhaps we die, but know this, years from now, when you've settled down, you can sit your boy up on your lap, and when he asks you how you met his mom, you wont have to shift him to the other knee, clear your throat and say, "boy I got someones hand me down." instead you can look at him straight in the eye and say, "i followed this son of a bitch named joshua witter and we took what we wanted."
i play guitar and piano. i regularly attend concerts at the local venues. someday i hope to play at them. they just don't seem to appreciate my unique blend of traditional native american ragtime. fuck them. i like music that can crush me, like an ancient thousand acre squid emerging from a mid-oceanic trench and flattening a series of campsites with it's wheelbarrow sized clacking beak. bands i like: the used, afi, cartel, fall out boy, hawthorne heights, all-american rejects, the killers, death cab for cutie, flyleaf, dave matthews, coldplay, morrissey/smiths, oasis, radiohead, the darkness, something corporate, smashing pumpkins, guns n' roses, third eye blind, travis, u2, weezer, tenacious d, pulp, journey, green day, blink 182, gin blossoms, arcade fire
america's next top model, top chef, top gear, and star trek: the original series. all other television shows suck.
JAMES RANDI, Stephen Hawking, Richard Dawkins, psychology students with red hair and green eyes that constantly quote al gore, build robotic law enforcement devices out of cardboard and get turned on by chicken impersonations. octogenarian drummers who look 30 years old who travel the globe in search of extreme outdoor activities such as volcanic windsurfing while drinking only the most expensive (read: gayest) beers.