"Love is a disorder," the consultant says. He pulls in his collar. "It doesn't matter whether it is born of our bodies, of our sex drives, of our need to be physically intimate with some other being, or if it's entirely a product of sitcoms and romantic feature films. Love is a disease that you need to purge if you want to remain competitive. It is ( Read more... )

Sometimes, when whiskey happens, you lose hair. I've had this happen a few times ( Read more... )

So... I loved her forever. I've done it since I've know'd (I've always wanted a reason to say "know'd" in a sentence... blame Dylan) her. An' it never ends. The problem bein', she's away. So, I don't bother. An' I try to do... whatever it is I do from here, without caring about anyone else ( Read more... )

As of t'mmorrow, a wee portion of m'life tha' *should* be a majority of it, closes. I've known this was coming fer quite a biut. But y'know.. y'always do tend to ignore the inevitabel til it's right on ya. Don't plan on seein' me sober any time soon.

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So, figured... s'about time I came back 'ere. Anyone that'd be readin' this thing'll prolly know m'most recent set o' bollocks, anyhow. Back in Indiana. Back burrow-side, mostly. Like it well 'nough back 'ere, but... s'no home anymore. I'll figure out where tha' is, eventually. I have an idea, or four, but nothin' doin' jus' yet. Guess s'time t' ( Read more... )

So... M'brother back in Indiana works for a theatre. Fucker IM's me the other day. Tells me some things... Guess I've got 4 months to finish up my zombie musical.

Fuckin' weird to be told outta nowhere.. "Oi... make music.. there's money in it"

FUCK. ING. HELL.

So, I'm in Texas. On my second month here. I don't hate it here, by any means, but I'm bored. I've been to one show. It was death metal... Which I'm ok with... But these death metal bands weren't... What's the word? Good. It was shitty bands with cradle of filth t-shirts, and too much make-up that really needed hugs. But not hugs by me. Hugs by ( Read more... )

Bwah HA hah haha hah ahahha hah! Take no prisoners! Run the flag, and pass the whiskey! Sound the drum, and balls to the masses! Only online for a wee bit. Merry ole' times, merry indeed! Been fightin', an' fuckin', and drinkin', and pukin', and swallowin' things that require X-rays. Snortin' an' a smokin' an' a couple of bad run-ins with some ( Read more... )

I'll more than likely be at Jenna and Tui's, so on the off chance anyone wants me for anything give a stop by or call over there.

They've finally made me hate being in my own house enough to leave it.