im listening to deathmachine

and thinking about you

the secret blog is rolling along pretty well and the super secret blog has stalled

but the busblog is what you love and if you are here right now as jay z says i appreciate it. like woah.

what i may do is take a little census of you who made it to the end of the busblog as we know it because im afraid things are gonna change when the beginning of the new thing comes.

you who are here now are the real ones. the next ones will be the bandwaggoners, who are fine, but without you, what few there are now, you have helped me sputter across the finish line.

so many dont finish. but then again, so many dont try.

today i was at the gym, pushing myself harder than ever before.

i am not jay cutler. i dont stop on the precipice of the super bowl.

on the hallowed frozen effed up turf of soldier field.

against the green bay packers.

with children watching!

i used to be so pro jay cutler. i may have been the last one.

but secretly thats my problem, even with idiots and asswipes i back them all when no one else will. i squint so hard to find the good in people, but does it pay off in the end?

only sometimes.

now wrote a song for everyone is on. mavis staples with jeff tweedy.

do you know what i want to be when i grow up?

things id never expect.