You see, Victory favors the bold.

I should keep heeding those words, and keep in mind still that Victory does not favor the foolish.

I failed a test of manhood.

I couldn't finish a bowl of Reeses Pieces cereal that instead of milk, was topped off with pure egg nog. Kai dared me to; but I guess I just couldn't pack it in with that pizza I ate earlier. Well shit. Guess this makes me a girl?

A couple of hours ago some chap a few blocks from here jumped from an overpass down onto I-5. What does this say to me ( Read more... )

I don't really get it. I don't get why I ever post on this thing, why myself or anyone should care what I write. no one does anyways. this place is cold and unloving; i could say that i'd put a fucking round in my head an the world of lj could care less. this place is a facade of a community. talk to those you care about in person or at least with ( Read more... )

Apollo died yesterday. He was a good friend. He had an insatiable bad habit of being the biggest mooch of a a dog I have ever known. He'd also eat anything that vaguely resembled food, but had some great quirks, ice cubes and bananas being some of his favorites. He'd think he was a 20 pound lapdog when in reality he was an 85 pound behemoth of a ( Read more... )

My cellphone somehow managed to find its way through a cycle of laundry. I was surprised of course. And pissed off. But I was even more amazed to find out that it still fucking works. Those engineers did their homework when building this little thing.

It acts a little flaky though...

I was able to sneak into an advanced screening of Jarhead. Seeing one of my most favorite books, one I hold to myself very personally, represented on screen was a difficult and terrifying experience; as it was like seeing myself up there for all to see. The author was there, Anthony Swofford; something I wasn't expecting I asked some questions but ( Read more... )

crap. it smells like fall outside. i'm already getting cold

I think some of my ribs are cracked. I got bored and was playing a game of throwing punches with a co-worker right as our shift ended. Turns out, a 280-pound bruiser is most likely going to be able to throw a harder punch than a 160-pound scrappy Aaron. I'm going to get back to icing my chest with a bag of cold stuff i pulled out of the freezer.

Fucking dreams. You can't call it a nightmare, just an effective synopsis of the people who have fucked me over with impeccable efficiency and how they did it. Fuck this, I can't even have a decent place to escape to while unconscious.

So fuck you.