Most everyone I know seems to have a really good hold on working towards doing something they love or really want to achieve in their life. I have no idea what I'm even doing. I'm just running around like a chicken with its goddamn head cut off, to paraphrase every grandparent on the planet. I'm really disappointed with my life at this point in ( Read more... )

Driving down the interstate at night for a few hours is a very meddlesome place for a brain to be. Not only that, but driving down I-20 to Douglasville is a giant cocktease of a road trip. New tires, here I come. Oh, my god, I'm so bloody excited ( Read more... )

I don't know if there's any way to reminisce with someone about what all life turned out not to be, but whatever it is, I think I need to have that conversation with someone. Sixteen year old me is really pissed off at current me. I want to end up on ends of the country I didn't intend to be and go out drinking with Russian firearms traffickers ( Read more... )

I wish I could still just think about the trite miseries in my life, but every time I so much as look at a news article on the state of the things and see a whole page full of comments of people who hate it too, are in the shitter, close to being homeless, and made completely disillusioned, it kind of makes me want to cry and it kind of makes me ( Read more... )

I can't deny it. This thing has helped me think through too much shit over the years to be not writing anything anymore ( Read more... )

It was my birthday. Bryan took me out for sushi, mostly because I demanded it, but he ended up enjoying his giant anime-bowl of ricey chicken anyways. We went to some thrift stores and found a Backstreet Boys CD, a Stephen Hawking book, two pairs of shoes, and a Japanese import DDR game for PS1 that is evidently worth around $50. We paid $1 for ( Read more... )

Well, my whole paycheck went to my damn car insurance and my phone bill, but such is being a boring ass fucker who talks about money, I guess. Still $270 bi-weekly is a lot more than $175. Yargh. I have an interview on Tuesday. I want to get my hopes up, but I'm really, really not going to ( Read more... )

Well, I guess I have a few options ( Read more... )

I'm a goddamn bunny murderer.

I couldn't even stop. Looking would've just upset me more and there wasn't anything I actually could have done to help it. Stupid bunny wasn't fast enough hopper.

I am a goddamn bunny murderer.
Sorry the Industrial Revolution and myself, a member of the WORLD'S GREATEST SPECIES, killed so many of your friends.

I really want this job, but I'm really tired of paint this week. I just want to fuck off and play PSP because I'm lazy. Getting said job would mean that I can afford to buy new clothes that would seriously do me a lot of good and possibly get lasik because I'm sick of being dependent on a pair of glasses I've had for about seven years. Also, I'd ( Read more... )