I posted a couple of songs on my music space the other day...

http://www.myspace.com/seksmach

So far noones really listened to the songs except for me so it'd be cool if someone went and maybe commented or something.

Should have never posted a hit counter on my website. It's just depressing. Mainly because I know that every day I check it I'm clicking up the unique visits just by virtue of it being a new day so even though it says something around 40, I know that really those are mostly me and that next to noone gives a shit about anything I do. Same is true ( Read more... )

I'm not a fucking Stalker! >_< God damnit it's hard enough trying to make friends without people spreading shit like that about me.

Nothing really new to repot other than that.

I'm still going pretty much nowhere with my comics. Still mostly just ideas floating around in my head scribbles in my sketchbook.

Yeah, I'm ready to move away now.

So uh... my moms moving out in a month. She already got a lease on an apartment. Her boyfriend looks like meatloaf. Not the food. The singer. I saw pictures of him. The dude thinks he's fuckin god's gift to women or something and had the fuckin gall to take pictures of himself in the mirror at the tattoo parlor where my mom got her fourth tattoo. ( Read more... )

So I'm bleeding again.

And the brake pad fell off my right tire.

And my parents are both fucking nuts.

I'm completely broke.

Can't god just cut me some fucking slack for once.

I guess the good news is that I got Bryan Lee O'Malley's signature today on two books. Although, I think he didn't like me much.

Okay so I gave a con report over at my comics blog (Comics Blog) so if you want to know how that went go take a look at all the pictures and leave me a comment wherever ( Read more... )

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So my mom's sneaky behavior has culminated in the revalation that she's been seeing another guy. She was talking to him online thus the secrecy about what she was doing on the computer. Then I guess she started hanging out with him. She's also become even more selfish than normal, basically spending all of the family money on superficial crap like ( Read more... )

So I finally called my councelor and guess when her first available appointment is. The day AFTER my surgery. Seriously. The only person I can talk to about shit and she's only available at inconvenient times and for only 30-60 minutes every month. Not that talking to her really does me any good because acording to her I have the right perspective ( Read more... )

Todo List for the day ( Read more... )