Blast! Foiled again!

Well... it was a karaoke machine, a ladder, a bit of carpal tunnel, and a side of klutzy-ness.

A pink karaoke machine. Fuck my life.

So on Tuesday I was minding my own business, workin' away for "the man" in my own personal holiday hell. Ambushed by a customer, I was ordered to fetch a karaoke machine from the top shelf. I, being ( Read more... )

but all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity

Ugh why do I listen to so much Simon and Garfunkel? I love them dearly but listening to Homeward Bound has engraved it in my mind, and then the words come back when I least expect it and mock me.

Wow that was melodramatic. Well, I suppose you've come to expect that from me at any rate, so not ( Read more... )

Seems like every time I go on here I'm basically just bitching about how awful things are in my life. Mostly things are okay; I guess I just need to talk about things when they bother me though, and since there's no one that I can actually converse with on this topic I'm going to bore you of the internet for a moment.

So I'm pretty worried about a ( Read more... )

This is all I'm going to say about Monday:

I am guilty about hurting someone by my actions, but I'm not going to regret something that was good for me. Really good. And no one can force me to feel anything but what I feel.

It's hard, because some people are not supporting me when I would appreciate it. I get that they've got other things going on ( Read more... )

Christmas is looming over those who celebrate it (even if you don't believe in all the Christian dogma) and it makes me think of ... well a lot of things really.

I find myself listening to the soundtrack of RENT. You know, Seasons of Love, and all that jazz. How do you measure a year in the life?

Personally I find myself measuring it, not in coffee ( Read more... )

Okay, if you've never had an entire orchestra playing in your head, and you know for a fact that this is your brain telling you to write that music down, the following will make no fucking sense.

I have a bizarre idea for a symphony, or composition, or whatever.

A single flute begins with what will become the theme. A single violin sings it back. ( Read more... )

stand tall, don't you fall, don't you do something you might regret later, you're feeling it like everyone, it's silly human pride

So. I think I've informed everyone that I actually talk to that I have purchased a new cell phone and thus have a new number.

Also, I just thought I'd put out a public service announcement:
I'm not a fan of cancer. I  ( Read more... )

so please be careful with me, I'm sensitive and I'd like to stay that way

I am a giant loser. Even though I'm not upset or even surprised that Dave and I broke up, I decided that watching Moulin Rouge was a good plan. At 1am.

Gotta say, it kinda was a good plan. I'm not terribly girly (I have more friends who consider me one of the guys than ones ( Read more... )

( The Second Coming, by William B. Yeats )

I am sleep deprived and delusional. That is the only explanation for my impulse upon looking in the mirror.

'I'm looking particularly insomniac-like this fine pre-dawn moment. It's almost breakfast; may as well forget sleep and hit the caf for some Earl Grey and the Imprint until everyone else wakes up.'

It's sad that that was my impulse so often ( Read more... )