Dualities Emo vs Prey

It appears that I am going to be updating five blogs on a regular basis. I have my wordpress, my blogger, my O-G blog, tumblr, and well there was a fifth one in there somewhere but I completely forgot what the hell it was as I was inserting my links. Interesting.

One site is for multimedia snippets and randomness, one is for my deepest darkest secrets, another for umm, well should I have a different goal for each site? What *are* my goals?

I just remembered the fifth one, it is under development and will not have an official launch until I throw a party to let everybody know how cool slcguide will be.

Want to know what's been happening? I lost my guitar of 12 years to a little shithead gutterpunk. Nobody knows what happened to my motorcycle key either. It all went down like this:

Sunday was a very long day for me. Got off work, did some web shit for a couple of hours and went home to my new roommates. Laundry day, because I have a vehicle. It's a fucking gorgeous day and use that as an excuse to drive around with the top down (thanks for the car Jay!!). My goal today is to get my bike back on the road because it was broken, get some clean clothes, vacuum the floor, visit the drum circle, eat some yummy food, and get plastered.

We did our laundry in Midvale behind that little shack of a coffee shop on state street just north of 7800 south. Left the girl and the baby and took my buddy with me out to draper where my motorcycle was, put some screws in and drove off with the convertible behind me. Played around with my bike some more at the laundry facility and replaced my spark plugs.

We're freaking starving by this point because they neglected to eat breakfast in the two hours that I gave them to get ready so we tried going to the miner's something or other but I only had enough money for two people to eat after paying for laundry, gas, spark plugs, and some other things. We ended up eating at McDonald's. Have you ever seen somebody take a double cheeseburger and place half of a spicy chicken in between the beef patties? I didn't know whether to drool or puke.

I honestly could not make up my mind, I could go fifty-fifty on whether or not I liked thinking about it or even looking at it. For instance; right now I could really go for it because my tummy is grumbling and it is one in the AM when your body craves things that are possibly not so yummy for it.

--Oh I shouldn't write when I am hungry. I forgot to bring food to work with me. -not, that I am blogging from work or anything- Blogging plus hunger = weird writing--

After lunch we decided to check out the drum circle. I was hoping to run into my sister whom I hadn't seen for quite a while. I forgot there was our yearly get together that I had missed and they were all still up in the mountains. I couldn't make it because I work graveyards. Anyway, at the drum circle I got to see a few people I hadn't seen for a while. A girl who says nothing to me these days other than "where's my hoodie? it cost me 80 dollars", a girl that I like a bit, another girl that I hung out with but when she got a boyfriend she stopped talking to me altogether, and my buddy Sam.

This is turning into a damn novel, maybe I should break up the story into segments? The second part of the story is where shit got all fuckered up. And my fingers are tired. If I get any comments, even one, I will finish the story.