Come to think of it, most of the things I could once say I was good at are now things I do average at best. Shoot me in the fucking head. Hand me my fucking wakizashi. Strap me with C4 ( Read more... )

So, I being a slow thinking introvert once made a super-hero character for an RPG whose main ability was maxxed out mega-human wit... that ended quickly and horribly ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to suspect that there is no such word as ( Read more... )

Well, here I am not asleep again. The idea of slowly moving my sleep schedule further and further around the clock (yesterday I went down at 1PM)creates in me a strange curiosity. It's seems as though I'd somehow have permanently lost a day of my life, but I'm not sure how or why. Wow, my brain is moving so much faster than my hands that I keep ( Read more... )

I am having a sort of panic-attack-ish day. High-anxiety I guess. Perhaps I should go downstairs, ha ha ha ... meh ( Read more... )

What happened to the old man who was the manager before?

All he would say was, "I'm tired." Then he went back to his home in the country.

Dim light flashes from within the warm cavern on the mountain cliff. As I enter, I feel my stomach trying to escape the horror it knows I seek. I cannot turn back. Everything I've done, everyone I've met, everywhere I've gone, everything I've learned, has lead me hear ( Read more... )

There was a certain girl whom I hung out with briefly. Brief phone tag occurred. Evidently, she was RUNNING AWAY FROM PROBLEMS AT HOME. Wish I'd known that sooner. Well, I ended up on the threatened end of a phone call from her father, and found out much more about her home life than I wanted to know, but I THINK she went home to deal with things ( Read more... )

Hey look, I'm alive! My friend ... Guy was concerned about my overnight visitors' knives. Most of the people I know carry knives ( Read more... )

So there I am, hanging out at my usual place with my usual friends, when my ex-manager sits down in the booth next to us with a friend. She's hot, not that that does me any good, and her friend is another lady. Guess who took them home! That's right, I'm the player. The player of the accordion. "Sure, you can stay at my place. We barely know each ( Read more... )