Thirty three hours and fourteen minutes. When I step off the plane in Christchurch, New Zealand, it will be 53 hours and 14 minutes later, even though thirty three hours and fourteen minutes will have passed ( Read more... )

I am fucked.

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man ( Read more... )

God ( Read more... )

I almost killed myself today. More on that in a second ( Read more... )

Hello, moon ( Read more... )

Some days I curse the world....

Other days, I just feel grateful that I'm alive.

Sometimes I wonder what makes a day one and not the other. But I can't figure it out. So instead, I'll just be happy that today was pretty good, and I'm thinking that there's no reason that tomorrow can't be the same...

Man, what a night of randomness. I wanted to have a beer and unwind and contemplate life, but alas, I had no beer. I went to the sto' and I truly thought I'd only be drinking a little bit, so I didn't want to spend money on a six pack that I knew I'd have to finish before I went home. Instead, I picked up a pint of Captain thinking I could mix ( Read more... )

p.s. drinks have been had.

Have you ever felt so overwhelmed by the existance of a single amazing bieng that you can't put into words the feeling of awe you experience every time you spend time with...

yeah.

That's a helluva endorsement.