"For a thousand years we have scrabbled over fish heads, but now we have a reason to live--to learn, to discover, to be free!"

I wish wcc would hurry up and post my fucking grades.

The worst is over.

I'm getting better at this whole setting goals thing. The last eight months fucking sucked, but I'm pretty proud of myself.

I just want to eat, sleep, and fuck. I'm no different than the rest. Stick whatever fancy fucking names you want to it.

The next person that wants to give me shit can tell it to my fist, but you better be quick about it because it's slightly harder to talk with a broken nose and missing teeth.

I'm glad I'm back to dreaming during sleeping hours again. Dreams tend to be a little more dangerous, distorting reality when forced to instead dominate your waking hours.

Honestly, I simply have no idea how to play this game. Shit, take somebody who's never played baseball before, put them in a game and watch them strike out four times. They're going to get frustrated, it isn't going to be any fun, and they probably won't want to play again any time soon.

fuck cancer

Dear Thom,
You are very kind. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Me

I need to move out. Now. Not this summer, not a week from now, not tomorrow. Now.