With the late night setting, and alcohol working its way through my system as I sober up before going to bed, I realise something quite important about life: despite my angsty teenage pseudo-intellectual phase (which to a large extent I have not grown out of, sadly), I must admit to the fact that where it stems. In high school, as I read Marcus ( Read more... )

The future is here before we blink; the past is behind us before we can grasp it; the present, well, it doesn't exist. Presents only exist on Christmas. On this point I will accept no compromises, for it is something I have thought long and hard upon. Unfortunately, I'm not certain it can be captured in prose. Regardless, I have attempted to ( Read more... )

somehow, I have internet at home. I've taken advantage of it and been online for about 5 hours now. I really should go to sleep as I have to work tonight, but I missed the internet.

Sir Mondale Kite (8:00:23 PM): hahaha, very michaelish? what the hell is michaelish ( Read more... )