the untitled or titleless.

i'm not sure what to title this post as of yet. perhaps as i unleash the several days of non-posting momentarily, by the end of my rant i will have found peace of mind...

and a title.

or i'll just call it something lame like, "untitled" or "titleless".

we'll see.

of course if you're reading this on my website, i've already posted it, therefore i've already titled it and i've wasted precious moments of my life jabbering on about my query of coming up with a title for this post.

the post you are reading right now.

right.

now.

anyway.

i'm sorry.

i haven't updated in a long time.

a long time.

i'm gonna stop spacing like this because it's annoying me.

brandon is standing in jeff's room right now. that's where i am, too. he's jewish. well, he's half jewish. the point is, he has a butt the likes of moby dick's circumference. not really...but still. he has a big backside where i, among others, assume his dairy aire is filled with money.

after all...he is jewish.

i had to shave my sideburns today. not completely, but some. you see, at bbc they have rules. stupid rules. yes, some are good, but others - the majority, it seems - are ridiculous. they can't be below your earlobe.

and mine are.

argh! - were.

as you can probably tell, i'm a little perturbed about the issue.

ah, well.

i was probably gonna write more things in this post. but i've lost my will to write.

maybe next time.

and oh, yeah...

it's cup of job, not cup of job.

just thought i'd clarify.

don't want any confusion on the name there.

glad i cleared that up.

have a day.

the sickness.

have you ever seen howard the duck? random thinking on my part. as i stumbled out of bed this morning, i sat down next to my tired, kinda-sorta roommate on his couch as he laid prone in the fetal position. seemingly out of left field i asked him if he had seen the aformentioned film, and he answered back with a resounding, "yes."

why seemingly, you may ask?

because he looks like howard...the duck.

...his name is jeff, jeff sherry.

let me tell you about this guy.

jeff is from canton, oh. yes, ohio. he works at panera bread where he makes delicious, overpriced sandwiches and dips soups and the like for hungry consumers. he's big into the art and the photography. he's twenty-two years old and lives diagonally across the hall from me in the dorm.

you see, jeff had a roommate once. his name was billy. billy's dead now. he died in a freak pomade fight accident while attending another bible college in california.

...none of that was true. well, the dead part wasn't true. but the rest...golden.

anyway, billy and jeff didn't mesh well together. billy didn't like it when jeff used his computer, even though billy clearly stated that jeff could. and jeff didn't like it when billy, in the dead of winter, mind you, would open the windows in their room; apparently trying to kill the easily chilled jeff.

i had and have my own room, but for a reason still unknown to me this day, i began sleeping on their couch for about a month. the three of us hung out together reguarly. you might even call us 'friends'...i mean, that's what i would call us.

it's not like we had gay sex or anything.



akward pause...and continue.

sorry.

when billy left, i just continued to hang out in here. i say 'here' because i'm in jeff's room as i type this on my computer. no, it's not in my room...i'm not sure why. live with it.

so, that's about the whole story on this jeff guy.

...yep.

i'm sorry he isn't more exciting. remember, he is from ohio, afterall.

wait.



...so am i.

southern ohio, though. not northern.

i don't know what that means.

oh yeah, i almost forgot...


i'm sick.

the brown noise.

brown. i've somehow taken a liking to this fall foliage color. my ex-fiance first introduced me to the color, sighting that i would look good in it.

i like it.

...it's the new black.

sorry.

i guess i'll tell you a few things about me as a foundation for future posts. my name is dan jones; yes, it's possibly the plainest name next to joe smith - i'm sorry. i'm twenty years old and currently enrolled at baptist bible college(bbc). yes, i'm a christian, and to live up to the title, i promise to be as hypocritical as possible.

can you smell the sarcasm?

...good.



get used to the scent.