11.17.2002 - My CD Collection Is A Way Of Compensating For The Size Of My Genetalia

When I moved out of my old apartment, I knew almost all of my belongings would be in storage for at least two weeks. When it came time to decide what I absolutely could not survive without, my situation forced me to face the awful reality that carrying my entire CD collection around with me for the better part of a month isn't exactly feasible.

Being a card-carrying Greedy, Wasteful American, I have way too many CDs. I hate to admit this. As I scanned through my collection, I had to choose the 96 discs without which I unequivocally could not live. Surprisingly, this wasn't difficult, which means I rarely, if ever, listen to about three quarters of my collection.

This is further evidenced by the fact that the boxes holding my jewel cases and the rest of my collection sat unopened in my closet waiting to be organized until sometime last week.

Finally, I found myself with some free time on a weekday evening and decided to tackle the massive ordeal of properly arranging my collection. This took much longer than expected, not because of the sheer number of CDs I own, but because nearly every time I pulled out an album I hadn't heard in years, I thought about what was happening in the life of Jeffy at the time and had to throw it in the player to hear a song or two before I could move on.

I don't really know what prompted it, but for some reason, I decided to listen to every one of my CDs in alphabetical order and write something about each one for my website. It might be because I genuinely love my CDs and the memories attached to them. It could be because I just want an excuse to spend two weeks listening to nothing but The Beatles. It could be because I enjoy namedropping more than anything in the whole wide world.

Whatever the reason, the idea solves two problems I've been picking at recently. First off, I miss having something to write about every day. Recapping my days just isn't interesting to me at this point because my days are, well, not interesting. They're repetitive and boring. I've already lived them once. I don't want to do it again. That's why I've neglected the diary.

Secondly, I've been paying all this money for webhosting and not putting anything on my space that couldn't be found in at least one other place. I wanted to have something that could be found there and only there. This project fits the bill.

Usually ideas like this pop out of my head as quickly as they come without ever seeing the light of day. For some reason, I chose to stick with this one.

I'm aware that the whole idea of writing personal stories rather than actual reviews is completely masturbatory and useless to anyone but me, but so is this.

That doesn't mean I don't like it. It doesn't mean you don't either.

So, check it out if you want more of me. Fulfill my insane narcissistic fantasies. Read what I have to say.

You want daily updates? I got your daily updates right here.

I was totally grabbing my crotch when I said that, just in case you were wondering.

-- Jeffy

P.S. I still plan on updating this as occasionally as I have been, as I do enjoy writing about out of the ordinary things that I've done if and when those things happen.