What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?

Sometimes a Placebo is the best medicine.

My roommate is more fucking worthless than I am.

I wish I could stop speaking in self-parts and speak in me-wholes.
I wish I could speak for myself...but then I would have to know what myself thinks and wants.
I wish I had an inner drive.
I wish I had belief.

What a fucking semi-shitty two weeks.

Since I don't know HTML and therefore can't mark through that, do it yourself mentally, and note this revised statement:

What a semi-crappy two weeks; things just need to change.

Lost = found.

My sexy new toy, although I shall not be able to play with it until I get a new motherboard and processor:


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So, July has been a lackluster month for CD releases (to me). Nevertheless, this brief respite will allow me to upgrade my CPU, motherboard, and video card. And, in turn, doing so will pretty much preclude me from acquiring August's great releases, since school starts in a month, therefore stopping my cash flow. What a vicious cycle ( Read more... )

Here is Eastwood (yes, after Clint Eastwood). Barring anything very seriously wrong with him (he does have a urinary tract infection, which he is on medication for), we will most likely pick him up from the animal hospital within the next few weeks or month. And yes, they are thumbnails, click for a much larger version.


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Indicated major: Mechanical Engineering ( Read more... )

Happy Independence Day, everyone...whatever it means to you.

Farewell, Harrison. I may not have known you very well at all, but Latin wouldn't have been the same without you. So long.