3 in the Morning

It is three in the morning, and I am alone. Artists love 3 in the morning; always talking about it how effin' lonely it is and taking baths that are probably super cold, but still singing & stuff. Its probably the lack of warm water that is uncomfortable...not your soul. But perhaps loneliness somehow becomes more valid once the clock hits three, three in the morning is the most desolate time of the day I guess. Or maybe it is a common understanding by artists that 3 a.m is the definitive time for poetry and sadness. I am not lonely though, I am perfectly content here writing this here blog entry. Its the first of its kind you see and I am here at 3 am to get the rockin'poppin'bloggin' party started. So point of discussion? Hmmm. Words always seem to languish when direction is given. Well, this probably will be the only time we will be lost for words on this blog, so perhaps to save the pain of having no ACTUAL topic of this blog(sorro becko) besides meandering thoughts of a Gwen Stefani music video, a broader topic should be discussed, like what is this blog and why is it going to be the best, most exciting thing ever?

Well, if you like things such as fashion, we shall talk about fashionable things, and there would be much talk of cool folk too- questionable people if you will. Lots of talk about music, our (mis) adventures...oh man I wish I had an advice column because I would absolutely go under the guise of Mz. Adventures. That doesn't make sense...Mz.Understood would be better but I think PInk already claimed that post. ANYWAYS. Yes, fashion,people,musique. We will probably bring up loads of ridiculously obscure Canadian pop culture, and how much we love Canada too. Oh books too, those things are good. Loads of funny stuff too, well stuff we think is funny because we are completley under the impression we are the funniest people. so stay tuned. its going to be goooood.

I don't listen to sad stuff at 3 am, rather super cute and lovely things like this fellow
Nick Rose & The Magnolias - if a folk singer were an angel...or an angel was a folk singer this is what it would sound like.