I'm probably the largest amount of douchery known to man.

I quit.

something new needs to happen in my life now.

potato chips.

I'm so effing bored.

It began slightly after dawn when the noodle backed siamese cats ate the last of the delicious caramel dandies and had started rotting up the joint with their vicious onslaught of rythmic poetry designed for the sole purpose of attracting yet repelling the common fruit anemonie and its septuplet friends. The cats seemed to have the grace and ease ( Read more... )

no yomacon. it falls on meg's bday and halloween. she'd be pissed and reece would be crushed.

Maybe something else then *shrugs*

new bird. black capped conure, the douche that owned her before mauled the fuck out of it.

must resist urge to detroy.

I always seem to get interrupted right in the middle of a good vein.

note to self ( Read more... )

Insomnia is gay.

you ever get the feeling that the most precious things to you only help to alientate you from people.

If i ever finish this book i swear i'll be called the anti-christ by anyone religious... or a noob by any and all sci-fi fans.

once i have more done i'll put something up from it.