Oh look at that. I've accomplished nothing with my life and am the exact cynical, jaded asshole working a job I feel nothing for that I always said I would never be. Here's to you life.

The absurd man will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions ... and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the "divine irresponsibility" of the condemned man.

I don't think I've ever known where that is. When I was a child, I suppose I knew. But I don't remember enough to be sure of that. My memory is short, or rather more nonexistent than that. For at least the last decade, it's hard to think of a place I couldn't wait to get back to. There were once people, but never places. Moving is always a ( Read more... )

I am most assuredly a demon of rage, anxiety and sorrow.

Is it just too inconvenient, or does nobody actually like me that much? Stop asking questions you know the answer to ( Read more... )

Game over, man.

Can't I just skip past the living fast and get to the dying young bit?

A summary of my life. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfchvCyHmsc

Perhaps I really am the dark center of the universe like you thought ( Read more... )

Well now I've got a metric fuckton more things that I want to write about, but don't feel like putting in the effort to actually do. Country music, namely the sad, sweet heart of the rodeo, the lonesome cowboy, the sad and lonely songs that I've always thought country was supposed to be about but can't ever find. My music obsession in general and ( Read more... )

So I'm going to write about country music here, but I don't have the time to do it now. This is just to remind me.

I think my first love was Daria. And honestly, I thought I'd be with some combination of these two by now.

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