Vaguely fun.

Hunter S. Thompson is dead.

Fuck. (Please assume that was repeated 2994 times.)

When I'm with other people, I can hide behind them from myself, and behind myself from them. Is everyone like this ( Read more... )

Huh. It *was* hypochondria. Fuck, now I'm insaner than I used to be.

I find I'm becoming less articulate as well. It's worrying.

I was gonna make a long rant about my continuing lack of a love life tonight, but you know what? I have chicken pox. I can feel sorry about my lovelife later, the insides of my eyelids and the part of my nasal passage that can't be reached without a long stick itch.

Ah, it's winter again, and you know what that means, kiddies ( Read more... )

Getting the obligatory links out of the way ( Read more... )

This is a campaign wiiteup for a game I may or may not run. I'm posting it here so I don't lose it ( Read more... )

Self-psychoanalysis incoming. Please skip to the next row of asterisks if you don't want to hear me whine about myself and want to hear me whine about something else. If you don't want to hear whining, why the fuck are you reading a blog ( Read more... )

Cannot focus. Hell is being unable to FOCUS on the task at hand ( Read more... )