fucking POS computer died last night, won't boot. Checked the RAM, 1 stick was bad, pulled that and tested the rest, it's all good. Tested the Hard Drive, it's good. Repaired the OS, didn't help. Pulled one of the video cards, switched them, neither of those helped much. Looks like one of the Ethernet connectors is fucked, doesn't even pretend ( Read more... )

Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone blood has been spilled in the name of everything from God to justice to simple psychotic rage. In the year 2077 after millennia of armed conflict the destructive power of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of ( Read more... )

So it turns out that both of my cats that were...I think 14 or 15 years old died while I was at school, and my other cat is all depressed from being alone. I don't think anyone else that I knew terribly well has died though...but Pinger is headed to Iraq...sometime. I think he's gonna hang out in California for a while, but the base he's gonna be ( Read more... )

perhaps an improvement, though not good news, it seems that an old friend of mine has managed to get himself both arrested and shot in the leg, by his father. Now I say this is an improvement because given my current run of things it's a bloody miracle he wasn't killed, but really, startling things are happening to aquaintences of mine, and it is ( Read more... )

So Death himself has been stalking me lately. First my great uncle died, just before school started, my dad found him behind the truck while they were working. He was pretty shaken up, I went home last weekend and barely made it back in time for the funeral ( Read more... )

So I'm back at school, and all that jazz. (apparently all that jazz involves breaking up with Hope...complicated, I know ( Read more... )

so we've had what...a good 3 weeks since any real drama in my life. That's a pretty good record, honestly. I suppose I should inform you how those 3 good weeks went though, so I'm not just going from emo rant to emo rant with nothing in between ( Read more... )

so lets take inventory:

dignity: gone

self worth: gone

self image: gone

dependable friends: gone

good liquor: nearly gone

Which leaves me with what? One shitty life, no one to turn to, and no way to start over 'till this summer. I'm fucking good at this.

As of Friday night my hair is red. Most of it, anyway, we ran out of bleach, so about 30-40% of the left side is still brown. It works though. Saturday night I went to a party at Melissa's friend Tophers place. It was fucking sweet. My new room mate, JaPem, and I both brought 1.5 liter bottles of Wild Irish Rose, each amounting to $5. I drank ( Read more... )

Could this day have gone any worse?

I submit that it could not.

Truly, this is the case.

And yet, no one cares.

"In this shit life, we must chuck some things. We must chuck them, in this shit life."