I was in the middle of writing while listening to my iTunes on random. Of a moment, I realized that I had stumbled onto the overworld music from the original Legend of Zelda.

So, I am a huge geek. As if there were any debate.

Over the winter after I first moved out of my parents' house, the apartment in which I lived had minimal heat and even more minimal insulation. On the coldest nights, my body would warm my spot on the bed and I'd fall asleep. If I moved from that spot, the chill would awaken me immediately ( Read more... )

So, the fact that I've been involved in three truly potentially fatal acceidents and two other of lesser import in the past 48 hours leads me to believe that someone wants me dead.

That someone can die.

You know what rules? Being miserable.

Wait, no, being miserable the opposite of rules. It... is subjugated? No, I'll just go with "it sucks".

And I will commit seppuku based on the utterly terrifying sentence structure that I have been forced to employ.

I have become marginally more rock and roll with the acquisition of my second tattoo. It is a four-pointed star centered upon the joint of my left shoulder ( Read more... )

I'm trying to get used to the time difference; it's only 1:15am in Las Vegas ( Read more... )

I woke up a little late, but not too late that I was going to be late. The extra few minutes of sleep were very well received by my tired body ( Read more... )

I've become too cynical of late. I was talking to my boss's daughter the other day, and she asked how I was. Rather than give a perfunctory "I'm fine" answer, I actually told her. What exactly I hoped to gain from this I do now know, but she was understanding enough for someone who had no reason to bother with me ( Read more... )

I had a conversation about the source of my general malaise lately, otherwise known as a full-blown depression. The entire point of it, I found, is that there isn't a source ( Read more... )

I feel so unbelievably alone right now.