So, today at work, my car got robbed.
I had my windows down, and I went inside the building for five minutes. My mistake.

However, I can take comfort that their victory was entirely pyrrhic.

They stole:

• The face-plate to my cd player. While this does mean that I can no longer use my cd player, (which is irritating, considering my job now ( Read more... )

Now is the summer of my discontent.

That reminds me ( Read more... )

I need a break.

Hello quarter-life crisis.

I was only kidding, before.

Tell me of the waters of your homeworld, Usul.

How do I stop coming off as one-dimensional, self-righteous, and condescending?

(Stop being those things)

Shutup.

P.S. Hegel can go straight to hell. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.

I probably wouldn't sleep as much if I didn't dream.

You know?

Why isn't there anything interesting to do after midnight? I feel like I'm back in high school here.

Lame.

"Don’t flood with your sperm the neighbors downstairs after using our Spermamax."

This was the title of an e-mail I just recieved. I'm not opening it, for I fear what is contained inside, and I'm not entirely sure what in Sam Hill is going on.