I'm so boring.
I feel like I'm a part of the boring part of your life. The part you don't care as much about.
No matter what I want, I'll probably always be boring.
For everyone.

Here's the deal, kids ( Read more... )

I have no attention span for anything ( Read more... )

Life is fickle ( Read more... )

So I just heard an interview on NPR about this website called aimfight where you can put in your AIM buddy name alongside someone else's and see who's more popular. It checks how many people have you on their buddy lists (let's say twelve people consider you their friend), then sees how many people have them as friends (we'll give you seven more ( Read more... )

Trees cut me all up ( Read more... )

So, seriously, though, is there anyone (or two or three) who'd be willing to dedicate an hour or half an hour or exactly in between (I only work in fifteens) to letting me shoot them ( Read more... )

I got my walk-behind stuck on so much stuff today. Okay, mostly just gravestones ( Read more... )

I saw a piece of cardboard in the road the other day and I could have sworn that it was an eight inch tall penguin. But it wasn't. If it had been it would now live in my home. I don't care about the wants or needs of birds. Only me ( Read more... )

Dude, weak.