Yesterday: Faint/Bright Eyes... Really cool ( Read more... )

I feel both stupid and glorious for playing through the entire emo game. The best part was the scene where they reveal the secret about ovaries.

God, when she starts whining about Keaton, and how "bad" her life is I just want to punch her in the face. I'm the only one in my whole family, I'm serious, who hasn't fucking decked her. I don't want to, but I feel like I'm violating nature by not injuring my mom ( Read more... )

Today I decided that instead of watching the morning news, I'd wake up and watch the morning nature. I got a cup of yogurt and my sandals, and I went out and stood around in my driveway, watching my cat drink dirty water out of a puddle ( Read more... )

What's that? You say you cut yourself for attention, Keanu? Hey. That's cheating ( Read more... )

So, I'm weirded out. By a lot of things. So, I'll compile a list ( Read more... )

I'm back from Iowa.

That's all.

I want to be shot at. I want the impact on my skelteon, then the sudden jolt back as the bullet tears through textile and tendon. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I'm fucking seething. I hate myself when I'm hating.

I'm plagued with metaphors. I'm sick of this tear-down. I'm sick of my self-inflicted tear-down. I'm sick of people talking about how sick they are of things. I'm sick of post-modern self-referentialism. I'm sick of the unavoidable. I'm sick of cyclical speech ( Read more... )

I am, like, two more weeks of really intense biking away from having rock-hard abs. Then, I'll go out with girls, and I'll start driving fast, and I'll smoke every day, and drink, and have sex, with multiple partners. That's exactly what it takes to become a man, right?

ARGH!! (He says in a very Charlie Brown fasion)