I am very angry at Robin Williams. If I can drag my ass around, so can he, with all his millions to comfort himself with.

Adulthood is so overrated. I am a petulant teenager trapped in my dad's body.

Feels kind like it is expiring. Maybe it is just me

I think I may have ushered away the deepest, darkest bandage of my soul, and I miss it for now. I now face the shadows that roamed around there unnoticed and I do not know how to act. But I will continue to confront them, and with the Creator's help, friend them (or at least like them on facebook) or eradicate them.

One of the contestants for Miss America this year has Tourette's Syndrome. Another is missing a hand and forearm, due to a birth defect. I wonder if the Tourette's lady will bark out something like "FUCK ME WITH YOUR STUMP, BITCH!!!

I think Pallas Cats always look like they are thinking, "Well, SHIT!"

I wish Code Pink behaved more like Femen.

Did we ever need the NRA? Was our love affair with guns in jeopardy?

I get tired of reminding myself how I can behave like a dumbshit every now and again. Maybe this is the essence of maturity.

Maybe we should accept the fact that barbarians and lunatics are going to gun down parts of the populace occasionally, and just invent better cleaning supplies.