Shit on my desk ( Read more... )

Listening to Camera Obscura in the cool cool May and June night air. Lying on the patio ( Read more... )

4.00 GPA.
New Years FUCKED ME UP.
I'm still finding bruises and trying to remember what the fuck happened.
Kickboxing fucking wins.

I can't concentrate.

I can't program.

Holy shit.

What the fuck happened? My priorities are so far from "correct" that it isn't even laughable.

What. The. Fuck.

I sleep 14 hours a day.

College is sex, drugs, and endless days.

I had a fucking amazing weekend.

Now...it is time for thrust curve analysis.

FUCK YES.

That feeling of being tickled from the inside...

...it isn't drugs...

...it's happiness.

I had the two confused until tonight.

Thank you for showing me the difference.

Just saw HBP.

Amazing.

( I won't spoil your experience...unless you want me to. )

Hey f-list, what's going on? Tell me a story?

I am in one...really...very...really...fantastic mood right now.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

The sun just rose, and I have to be up in...two hours.

To distract myself from sleeping...have a hockey rant.

Hey...Wings? Could you please SHOW UP on Saturday?
Do you REALLY want a teenager skating the Cup across your home ice? REALLY? Because that would be pathetic. That trophy belongs in Detroit, and you know it. Maybe you're waiting to do it at ( Read more... )