The Wee Democracy

The Wee Democracy turns one!

i've thought about this entry for a while, now, ever since i noticed about a month ago that the one year anniversary of the birth of this blog was coming up. for a while, i thought i'd celebrate by re-posting the very first entry, but this was way back when august 2003 was a lost month and no one besides me could read it. but, i'd like you guys to go back and check it out just the same, to see how i've progressed from merely complaining about things like the heat and back pain, to grandly complaining about life in general and the state of the union of josh.

in the beginning, i called this blog 'sighs to the bored', but i was never content with it. it became officially the wee democracy in october, so really, this anniversary thing is kinda overhyped. i'll probably do something else on the day when the WD actually turns one. who knows.

anyways, i figure i'll just talk about something which alot of people who've met me actually after reading my stuff in blog form have asked me about: which is to say, why do i do this? how did it start?

well, as is now a part of common WD lore, it began some seven days before i left austin to move back to this dump of a town. my old friend riqui had been blogging for a little while, and i'd kinda been interested in trying it. so instead of spending the afternoon looking for porn, i spent it creating this page. like i said, it started out kinda irate and really only went further into irateness after that. lots of talk revolving around back hair and masturbation.

i don't really know what was the final impetus for it, but i knew that once i started, it felt good to get some of the rambling thoughts and irrational ideas out and put them into thepublic forum to let them marinate on their own. it still feels good. most of the time, i'm constantly assessing my surroundings looking for a way to vent what i feel verbally on this little piece of pie that is my own.

some of the time its a passive aggressive method of revealing certain information that i'm dying to get out, but really don't have the sack to state to the person i want to speak up to.

some time i'm just so goddamn pissed off at the government and i just can't talk to my mom anymore, so i've got to bitch to you people.

sometimes i'm unbearably happy and i can't wait to share my minor victories with my small but loyal fanbase. sometimes i just like feeling like i have a fanbase.

its yielded some good things, this little old blog. i met the immensely cool cuzi, put the wheels in motion to bring me and leah closer together, had something to talk about with her friends in NY who'd never met me but kinda knew me, so to speak. it also kinda irritates my mom, which is just a bonus, of sorts. little torture, hehe.

anyways, for the blog's birthday, i've gotten myself a present. it's something i've been wanting for a long time, and actually have mentioned in the blog several times. something fun, and small, and providing a modicum of privacy in this dallas-based gulag.

yes, my friends, i am the proud new owner of my very own cell phone.

happy birthday to the wee democracy.



feeling: great
thinking of: who i spend most of my cell minutes calling
song of the day: heroin - lou reed
it makes me feel like i'm a man, when i put that spike into my vein, and, i tell you, things just aren't the same when i'm rushing on my run, and i feel just like jesus' son...