"Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer." -Daphne Kaplan's The Courage to Withstand p. iii

"Le coeur a ses raisons, que la raison ( Read more... )

Why in fuck's sake am I so scared of who I am? It's not just the weakness. I'm scared of my own strength. I'm scared of what I'm capable of.

So, maybe it's just all the guitar hero lately (oh shiz, someone named Jeremy can play hard mode now), but I really want to actually start up an effing band. I mean, aside from the completely rampant laziness in my home group of friends, I don't know how it hasn't happened yet. Most of us have some musical skill (myself excluded, unfortunately), ( Read more... )

So. First place on the Street Fighter Alpha 3 machine at my student center.

I will accept forms of praise in oral sex only.

Well, not really.

Shameless raunchy sex works too.

I'm moving to San Diego.

Virginia, you're comming.

I honestly cannot remember the last time I read two entire books in the span of one week. Peirs Anthony was my favorite author before, just by a small margin, and only then did I read his Xanth novels, which were light hearted and comical, with a pun or a perverted joke every other sentence. Now that I started reading his more serious stuff, his ( Read more... )

So, let's start off with something a little on the lighter side today ( Read more... )

Just so you know, masturbating with the porn sound off and the transiberian orchestra blasting loud as hell is the most epic thing in the entire fucking world.

Wheeeee, I cast a pox on sleep and all of its timewasting atributes!

You know, I feel bad for Orion. He never did anything wrong. He was just a strong hunter, who killed to live, and was caught up in bad circumstances. A goddess fell in love with him, so her brother killed Orion. Not so much unlike what happens all the time it this day and age. I suppose the greek gods were more human than a lot of people would ( Read more... )

I took a walk tonight, around 3:30. It was eerily quiet. Even used to late night walks, I'm normally accompanied by some noises, cars passing, cats treading, anything that would normally break the silence. But tonight, nothing but darkness and stillness walked with me. As I turned down a neighboring street, I happened to look up, and in the ( Read more... )