Some fucking asshole deleted my journal and I had to sit here and fucking undo it and re-secure my shit for the last 45 minutes. I fucking hate people.

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After two straight days of no sleep and watching Kung Fu Hustle, I declare that I no exactly who I am and how I would respond in any situation. I am the light of the universe, all flock to me!

I just figured out what all those ugly, fat theater students you see on " Inside the Actor's Studio with James Lipton" do after they get off camera and out of school. You ever wonder where the sickly obese maids in films come from? Or maybe once or twice you've pondered where the grocery clerk with the abnormally skinny legs got his start in acting ( Read more... )

I'm never going to see fall or winter here. There will never be majestic wildlife or huddles of bundled babes. There's hurricanes and summer rain and a sales tax that puts me to tears when I want to buy a sweater I can't wear. But this is my home. It took me twenty years to realize exactly what that word meant but now I think I know. Home is the ( Read more... )

Blah, basically doing this to keep everyone notified that I'm alive, but honestly I have nothing to say right now. Yeah I know boring as fuck, but I'm tired and really, life is life. Enter in some random people and a few misleading events, throw in some whiskey and you have my life. Hopefully a real update sooner than later.

Okay, so Rita ripped part of the roof off my new texas home in Groves, which is right outside of Beaumont which got really fucked over. So here I am, homeless twice in the span of a month basically. Staying with really exended family now until we can get to Houston and stay with my Aunt Chris and Uncle Tab. Before this we spent four days in a cheap ( Read more... )

Rita, you have got to be fuckin kiddin me. The South can rot in hell for all I care now. Well it could, if it wasn't hell already. Might be in Dallas by the end of the week, prob not, but it's a maybe. The jester keeps his travelling circus alive...

This website seems so frivellous right now, but at least I can tell people who care that I'm okay and breathing free. My house, if it wasn't destroyed by wind and water, has probably been looted to a point I don't want to return. Thank you Negros. My parents are moving to Nederland Texas, where I'm at now, to be closer to our family. Meredith is ( Read more... )

This should be filled to the brim, but somehow it's gonna come out mostly blank. Just listen to Sigur Ros, think about sad things, and call me in the morning ( Read more... )