A cup of tea she would admit to no one.
By wit, to one named Kierkegaard, this life of mine is but a sickness unto death. It's hard not to agree, just by basis of words and words alone; his remedy, however, wouldn't really help aside from whatever high I could derive from the opiate in which he'd suggest. Even then, it would, at the very least, be a personal opiate; to that, I'm sure Soren would tie me off, but fuck him--I'm mainlining. Hell yes, mainlining God, an ungrateful bourgeois pilferer will abstain from lengthy books, taking Christ with spikes--a lamp unto my spoon and a light unto my path.
For one so disenchanted, I know far too many biblical quotations and parables. As if I were an acting Christian, none of them apply to me. I think I'm done with this tangent.
I recently had to reformat my computer. With me, that is always difficult. I am a man in shambles. I haven't unpacked boxes from Austin (but to unpack and repack when I need something that I know they contain), wires layer my floor, bottles of water (and, strangely, only water) stand atop my desk in legion. I battle it all by not battling. If that I'm lazy isn't already abundantly clear to the reader, then it is not I who have failed, not in attempting that conveyance anyway.
So I lost too much porn, music, games and a damn nice collection of disturbing images. This is my Katrina. All joking aside, shit sucked, but we're rebuilding--believe it.
Let's get to talking about shit that matters. Now, I know I already referenced porn and music, but no one wants to hear me talking about how much I love Allie Sin's tattoos (she's a boring starlet tho!) and that I miss the living hell out of my Pixies--so I'll just go ahead and blog about television shows, since absolutely no one does that.
The new season of House is fucking great. Every season they have their basic show formula and the flavor. Season 1 saw Princeton-Plainsboro get an ornery, House-hating benefactor, season 2 saw House's ex and her crippled husband, season 3 got shat on by Tritter and now we have season 4: FUCK YEAH. But, you know, anything is an improvement over the Tritter arc, so I guess I'm just glad it's nothing that lame. Let's talk about Cameron 2.0, Kumar and Black Mormon, shall we?
What's good about this season? New cast members. What's great about this season? The old cast members. That's it. Nothing more must be said about the show. We all know it's formulaic--we like the formula--and the episodes just keep getting better and better, especially with House's old fellowship having vendettas and Foreman possibly coming back this week. Hot shit, awesome.
Okay, so I have some Cat Power. Fuck yeah.
For one so disenchanted, I know far too many biblical quotations and parables. As if I were an acting Christian, none of them apply to me. I think I'm done with this tangent.
I recently had to reformat my computer. With me, that is always difficult. I am a man in shambles. I haven't unpacked boxes from Austin (but to unpack and repack when I need something that I know they contain), wires layer my floor, bottles of water (and, strangely, only water) stand atop my desk in legion. I battle it all by not battling. If that I'm lazy isn't already abundantly clear to the reader, then it is not I who have failed, not in attempting that conveyance anyway.
So I lost too much porn, music, games and a damn nice collection of disturbing images. This is my Katrina. All joking aside, shit sucked, but we're rebuilding--believe it.
Let's get to talking about shit that matters. Now, I know I already referenced porn and music, but no one wants to hear me talking about how much I love Allie Sin's tattoos (she's a boring starlet tho!) and that I miss the living hell out of my Pixies--so I'll just go ahead and blog about television shows, since absolutely no one does that.
The new season of House is fucking great. Every season they have their basic show formula and the flavor. Season 1 saw Princeton-Plainsboro get an ornery, House-hating benefactor, season 2 saw House's ex and her crippled husband, season 3 got shat on by Tritter and now we have season 4: FUCK YEAH. But, you know, anything is an improvement over the Tritter arc, so I guess I'm just glad it's nothing that lame. Let's talk about Cameron 2.0, Kumar and Black Mormon, shall we?
What's good about this season? New cast members. What's great about this season? The old cast members. That's it. Nothing more must be said about the show. We all know it's formulaic--we like the formula--and the episodes just keep getting better and better, especially with House's old fellowship having vendettas and Foreman possibly coming back this week. Hot shit, awesome.
Okay, so I have some Cat Power. Fuck yeah.