I hate sports. I haven't felt this crappy since the Cubs lost in '03. Stupid Super Bowl. Stupid Bears.

Is there something widely inexplicable that all humans can share as one? Some almost mystical force, deep within all of us, a common denominator? Something held most dear, and most treasurable. I've spent a good deal of time bending my thought towards it. I've felt it. It's always laid just below the surface of my psyche ever since I can remember ( Read more... )

Need we all run the full gamet of human emotion until we can set on the paths to life's true mysteries? True passion, true joy, true sorrow, true fear...how many of us have experienced all of them? A challenging point we're at in our lives, the world thrust upon us for better or worse. When do I get to move on to more important things in life?

I've had one smoke today. Tomorrow I go for zero. I want to say goodbye now because I will probably end up murdering someone ( Read more... )

My house has a lot of freakin fruit flies in it. Someone or something needs to inform them that it's January and they need to die ( Read more... )

It grows inside and spreads like a disease ( Read more... )

My glasses keep falling off. It's a frustrating thing. I think the lenses are getting scratched...maybe...it just seems that I see so much better without them. Aren't glasses supposed to HELP you see? It's no big deal, really...it just gives me a different viewpoint, that's all...Well, I guess it's kind of a big deal. Without my glasses, everything ( Read more... )

Christ, I love boobies...

I'm finding it hard to piece myself together after a huge fallout (A short synopsis of the last weeks events: Dad got pissed at me, wanted to kick me out, I wanted to go, we shoved each other around quite a bit, no punches thrown, I leave, come back to get stuff, Mom convinces me to stay, I get psychiatrically (sp?) evaluated). It's been a long ( Read more... )

It's always tough coming back from Chicago for me. I miss home a lot. I wouldn't trade my life for the world (well, maybe the world), but I can't help thinking what might of been if I never moved out to Iowa. I'd probably be a white trash wigger, or worse, but hey, who knows? I'd have remained closer to my brother, which would have rocked. I guess ( Read more... )