...excuse the letters..except for a couple times, when it's not...and stuff...like this time.

I am quite tired and I have crazy ideas that I never manage to write down ( Read more... )

Something about capitalism is draining me firecely. I feel like every action I undertake has to have a goal, or a purpose. There's no Kerouac-esque impulsiveness in my life, and I am aching for it. I suppose that's why I'm so fond of those books, it's the sweet vicarious life ( Read more... )

I'm sorry for scaring you in your basement yesterday ( Read more... )

I went to a meditation retreat ( Read more... )

I'm going to start updating this thing regularly.

I'm going to start going to bed earlier.

I'm going to immerse myself in the livejournal society, in the name of science,

I am going to start meditating,
at what point does the table become "not table"? and shit ( Read more... )

I am writing this on writing because I feel it's necessary, in any attempt to accomplish anything, to make each and every mistake made by ones predecessors ( Read more... )