It should be noted, even before I begin this post, that there is a thirty-five pound tabby currently sitting on my lap, with her forepaws resting on my desk. I do not know why this is so amusing to me. Perhaps it is because I am a huge dork, and I enjoy the company of the vagely disturbed felines that I share a room with. Yes, that is definitely ( Read more... )

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As promised, something nice this way comes ( Read more... )

I just wrote a long, meandering entry that shall never see the light of day, here are the highlights.

1. I am broke.

2. I am frustrated.

3. I am infatuated.

4. I am depressed.

5. I am trying.

Take these how you will, I simply have no idea who even takes the time to read this kind of shite anymore. Tomorrow I will talk about something nice,

I guess it has been a while, has it not? On the surface, the reason that I have not updated in some time is that school has broken me down and rebuilt me into a tighter, angrier version of myself. Under the surface, however, is a roiling debate that I am having with myself on the topic of my own relevance in any capacity. To abbreviate the long ( Read more... )

I have been in an extremely bad mood today, er, yesterday, and I have noticed that I never developed a proper way of displaying such a disposition. I can either be extremely aloof (but when am I not?) or I can be antagonistic (again), and today I was in full swing. Perhaps it is the dawning realisation that I have two weeks before all of my shit ( Read more... )

Name Four Bad Habits You Have ( Read more... )

Here I sit, bathed in the light of my computer monitor, with my guitar resting on my knees (of note only in that it will be the sexiest thing to ever sit in my lap), and outside is the most beautiful scene that I have laid eyes upon since moving to this burg. Let us get one thing straight, Philadelphia is not attractive in any possible way, in ( Read more... )

So here I sit, trying to figure out how to best wield my insomnia when it hits me, skull fuck a stranger. But then I realise that such an act has left me with a police record and a strange residue, a film really, that just will not wash off no matter how much steel wool I go through. So, left with no alternatives I continue this dialogue of one ( Read more... )

I feel like shite. I have had this virus for far too long, and it is starting to affect my work. But then again, so is Neverwinter Nights. Seriously though, never play that, you will not be able to stop, and then the coroner will find your chalky corpse in frot of a computer monitor, with your flesh fused to whatever remains of your clothing, ( Read more... )