Being nocturnal is such an odd feeling. To be able to fall asleep at 7am then up at 4pm without feeling guilty is nice as well.

Fuck...Matsuri is in huston. I hate huston. So much I'm not even going to capitalize the name like is required. Stupid little town. Ugh. Why'd they have to choose such a sucky place? *sigh* Oh well. Guess I better start making a playlist for the 3.5 hour drive. Anyone want to come with and keep my company? :D

2am is when everything is alive. All the chirping bugs and twittering birds. The cats on prowl and the mice hiding. Such lovely music. Then there's the train. The train that goes by every morning at 2:30. The train that blares its horn in stark protest of the sign that says "Warning, train doesn't sound horn ( Read more... )

I can't wait till I'm an old man. Seriously. Just be able to sit out on the porch and complain about how when I was a kid we didn't have hover cars and had to drive 70 miles in the snow to see our laser concerts. That and look forward to every Halloween, making homemade candy like they did when I was little. Not those god damn 'fun size' bars ( Read more... )

Ever feel like things are falling away, out of your control, and there's nothing you can do about it? You can run for the pieces, try and catch them before they slip away, but it's always for naught, and they fall through your hands no matter how hard you try.

...and I'm all out of bubblegum.

Tattoo? Check
awesome sunglasses Check

I think we can pretty much assume I am one bad ass mother fucker.

Now I just need a motorcycle.

I want to travel the world. I want to go to different places, eat there, learn how they cook what they love. Germany, Greece, Egypt Iran. So many wonderful dishes, so many drinks, that I can not leave this world without learning. Maybe I'll write a book. Pick up a few useful languages then travel. Log all my adventures then put it in ( Read more... )

I haven't had this urge in a long time. The need to talk to someone and just spill everything. Ugh. And everyone's tucked in bed so here I come running to this journal ( Read more... )

So I got a promotion at work Friday. I've gone from bitch to bitch boy. Seriously, the head chef said that (still not being paid. Just a few more weeks of that though). And with this new promotion, comes new responsibilities. I have to work Monday-Wednesday next week all by myself for the dinner hours. So of course I'm a wee bit stressed. ( Read more... )

My poor beat up battered hands. They're so thrashed I'm surprised they still work. Left arm I have this long burn from a sheet pan. Two carmal burns (shit's like napalm) on the back of my left hand. Burns on my thumb and pinky (as well as a few cuts from trying to open a beer bottle with my lighter <.< ) and a pair of cuts on my palm from a ( Read more... )