what recipe should i make today. i have to find a pretty site for recipes to trust to decide for me the ingredients i'll buy at win-dixie. maybe i'll go somewhere else, win-dixie might be getting boring huh? yes i don't believe in capital letters ( Read more... )

My face hurts and it's giving me a headache. I depend on physical comfort for happiness.

did she once tell me she has lived in bars? i think i knew it should feel good, but somewhere along the line i had forgotten. it's like being a kid again. it's like wanting to draw, like wanting to do things.

if you want to not have envy, spite, malice, etc., just don't have envy, spite, malice, etc..

ockham's razor: QED bitches

i think too much. but if i didn't think this much, i might have an idea, stop thinking about it and accept it as good or true, but then what if it isn't? i would have to think about it more to find out - if i didn't think this much i would have a bunch of ideas that i believed in that were all false (because every idea i've had i've proven false by ( Read more... )

people and i tell me i think too much

life is such that at best we will be uncertain

so the message i recieved from god this evening, was to see the things around you. right now i know what it means, but tomorrow i won't, and you won't when you read it. so here is my salute, ode, tribute to my ephemeral understanding, it feels good.

and, hey! i know this is a bunch of lame ass bull! but bear with me! don't judge!

Work sucks ( Read more... )

Sometimes, when I am alone, a sudden horrible feeling comes into me. I feel tired, lonely, bored, guilty, lost and utterly hopeless. It comes without warning and without reason or circumstance. I recognize it, realize its repetition, and understand its deception; surreally, none of this seems to weaken its effect. All chance for life, happiness, ( Read more... )