So, one week ago I attended one of my brother's parties, for the first time since they moved to Boston. It was surprisingly more well-attended than most expected it would be, and fun was had by all, etc, etc ( Read more... )

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I have a request. And if people respond to it, I'll post a somewhat nice little surprise in a couple days. The people around me have just been too frustratingly hopeless and miserable, and I'd like a little sunshine ( Read more... )

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Very little is new in life. A few random notes to keep this thing updated:

-Saw Grindhouse opening weekend, Easter Sunday. A nice way to spend three-and-a-half hours, although I don't think my friends quite came out of it with their sanity intact. Poor Miss Kou and Mister E... I don't think either came out with their sanity intact. My bad. I ( Read more... )

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So. I feel like killing myself today. Not because I really have a reason to, but because, well, it just feels like there's nothing else better to do. It's not the boredom, the loneliness, the feeling of worthlessness, or utter pointless misery, just... because. Because there's just nothing else to do ( Read more... )