How can three bruised ribs, a concussion, and a broken finger make that much of a difference?

I was confused when this started, so I suppose it's only fitting that I am confused when it ends.

It feels strange just deciding, out of the blue, that it has ended.

Control.

It feels like control.

I purchased Push The Button by The Chemical Brothers on Friday. I've listened to it at least a dozen times over the weekend and still can't get enough.

Dig Your Own Hole was the first real Electronica album that I purchased 7 delicious years ago when I was 18 (a purchase inspired by the remix of the theme for The Saint). Thus began a journey ( Read more... )

It has been four months
and my voice, my heart, my mind
can not stop screaming

Today, I am tired ( Read more... )

911 Operator: Hello, 911, what is your emergency?
FattyMcCraigs: Help!  Motherfucker help me!
911 Operator: Please sir, calm down and tell me what your emergency is.
FattyMcCraigs: Calculus is trying to kill me!
911 Operator: What? What do you mean?
FattyMcCraigs: With numbers motherfucker! NUMBERS!
911 Operator: I'm sorry sir I don't think 911 can ( Read more... )

On Monday I made a decision.

In North America (and probably the world in general but I can't really say as I've never actually left this continent) when we see someone we know we usually greet them with a "how are you" or a "how's it goin".  To which the majority of us have a stock response, whether it be "alright" or "shitty" we respond with it ( Read more... )

I finally jumped on the bandwagon and decided to start using this livejournal account that I mainly created just so I could comment on ( Read more... )

Ok, I've played with this enough to drive me nuts. The colours look horrible, the layout is awful, but that's the best you get.

So that the comments make sense the original post in this space was:

testing

testing

testing

Big thanks to ( Read more... )