I should be typing up a paper right now.  But I'm not typing up a paper.  I'm typing this ( Read more... )

Nothing is sadder than an aging punk.

On another note, how do all the Mexicans who ride the bus know each other?

Wow.  Tough crowd lately on the LJ.  It's like I thew an orgy and no one came.

Ba-dum-cha.

Chaz:  Douchy name or the douchiest name?

I know I already sent out a mass text about it yesterday, but I just want to record it here for posterity: two nights ago I had a dream that Abraham Lincoln was assassinated by David Bowie.

And with that I have begun my first journal entry in 15 years.  What have I been doing with myself?  you might ask.  Well, it's been a long road to where I am ( Read more... )

I hate The Fray so much.

So two exciting things happened today:  I got my anxiety medication back and I had an anxiety attack ( Read more... )

 
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So I haven't done a damn thing for the last week and a half.  Except drink on weekends.  But oh have I been drinking on weekends.  Good thing my friends are all lame now and they're like, "we're not going to your apartment to drink because we would rather go to raves every weekend with all the sixteen year olds that also go to raves every weekend ( Read more... )

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