Just so everybody knows, I managed to drop my cell phone into a glass of water. That's right, a GLASS of water. Not a sink, or toilet or anything large, this was a precision clumsiness. But yeah... It doesn't work, so much as not work anymore... So if you need to call, the home number is 713-839-8317. And I'm always on AIM, so, it's not like I'm ( Read more... )

I fucking hate it when people that I have zero respect for make me feel like shit. I need... something.

So yesterday at about 7:30 in the morning, the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced began. I tried to deal with it, and was successful for... oh, five minutes or so. So I went and told my mom, and she's all, well, it's probably just a stomach ache, but take some ibuprofen and go lie down, let me know if it continues. So I took some drugs ( Read more... )

Really, really depressed about all my regrets, for the first time in a long time. And I don't know why. I had gotten out of my head all of those beautiful women who treated me like such shit. Except for the two who didn't treat me like shit. And in those two cases, i was just plain retarded. God, I can't fucking stand this. I am just so god damned ( Read more... )

I need a job. I need a girlfriend. I need to stop sitting around on my fat lazy ass, becoming ever more worthless by the second. I need to make some new friends in Houston, 'cause being alone in h town does not promise fun by the barrel full. I need to keep in touch with my college friends. I need to win the lottery. I need to lose some weight. I ( Read more... )

Rain... so beautiful.

So I'm sitting here, playing a game and listening to music, when Story of the Year's "Anthem of Our Dying Day" comes on. There has been much controversy over this song, and I'm sure one or two of you despise it, but whatever. I like it, and so does Lauren, despite what Cris may think. So again, I'm sitting here listening to the song, and thinking ( Read more... )

If you hurt her, I will beat you to death with a shovel. Vague disclaimers are nobody's friend.

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Here's to you and setting a new record for conversation length with me: four hours! Hooray! Yeah, Rebecca's cool.