I am bummed that whenever I talk about my life, or think about it in great detail, I just get really depressed. Also, I feel like I'm ruining some of the only good things I have going for me. ...Or, isn't that obvious ( Read more... )

I have been reading the journals of Lewis and Clark for a little while, and these guys make me alternate between awe and disgust quite often. Despite their being horrible sometimes, and thorough products of their time, they make me laugh occassionally. For instance ( Read more... )

"She loves a soul that I've never been ( Read more... )

Okay, question ( Read more... )

This is the most cliche thing to say on Livejournal ever.

But, I hate my life. Right now, anyway.

I feel like I'm getting into a deep funk again, just like in highschool.

And I wish I could just sleep until I'm out of it. Or whatever.

Kurt Vonnegut is dead.

There are three figures that I have vowed to get incapacitatedly drunk over: Noam Chomsky, Howard Zinn and Kurt Vonnegut. Libations are in order.

The world already seems less sane.

So it goes.

My life sucks, and I wish I could learn to be happy about anything ever.

Or, I'd just like to move into a cabin, all alone. Grow my beard, write my manifesto and die without ever letting anyone read it.
But, I feel like that's already happening.

I do not like to count chickens before they hatch.

But, I am getting ready for a Democrat-led house (and with any luck, the fucking Senate, too).

Usually, I make predictions for the worse. But...This could ACTUALLY make a SLIGHT difference in American policy. A MINOR shift from terrible to sub-par, but at least we won't be fucking up so much.

I'm sick of feeling like such a turd all the damn time.

Hey remember how cool teleportation is, for chrissake ( Read more... )