There are two kinds of people in the world.
-People who bring a sharpie to Kings Dominion to write on the rails while in line
-People who read the sharpie peoples messages in line.

I hand him a Burger King crown.
He puts on Burger King Crown.
He says to the crowd,"I'm the king!"
The crowd cheers.
He says something like "That bloke came hea wiff a Burhga King crown." and points to me. The crowd cheers more.
"You know oi use ta work at a buhrga king, yeh ( Read more... )

My internet was down for most of the past month, but that's beside the point.

Maybe once or twice before I die, I would like to wait before I say things. Or at least wait to say things that might be emotionally harmful.

Perhaps I'm just highly volatile right now.

Goddamn I need to go to sleep. I kept thinking passing cars would either shoot me, run me over, or turn out to be cops thinking I was walking a little funny. Try explaining to a cop, should you ever get the chance, that you really honestly are just really tired. Laughable.

I'm starting to think that the only reason I wanna be in a band now is to at least go to some fucking decent shows now and then.

You and me. Tomorrow night. My house. Fist fight, yo. Your ass is grass.

(This wasn't directed towards anyone in particular. But. If you wanna fight... it'll be cool. We can watch movies afterwards.) (Or something.)

Note to self: Puffed corn is weird shit.
Another note to self: Dawn of the Dead = Good.
Another: MD2020 WILL, in fact, kill you.

Sleeping has been strange lately. I can't wake up. Nothing wakes me up. All except for... my brain saying, "This dream will end in FIVE, FOUR, THREE..."

I'm sorry for not waking up.

I am torn between the desire to create and the desire to destroy, both stemming from recent events in my life. I suppose, in a sense, destruction is a form of creation. I feel it's nobler to create, though.

I don't know if I'm trying to drink tonight. I should probably use today for work and tonight for quiet refelection... and video games. The problem is I've run out of things upon which to reflect. That and I've got a flask full of brandy just calling my name. I'll have to try to ignore it ( Read more... )

I wish I had some black chalk. There's an enormous declaration of love outside my apartment that 3 guys took 3 hours to make last night, and I was going to make a huge black heart opposite of that. It would have been amazing.

Now if only I had some black chalk.