I am seriously losing my shit.

I can either become a monster or a ghost, staying a sloth will be my death.

I have returned to my throne of rot and decay where I drink Dr Pepper and jerk off to weird alien porn.

You know, I can't decide whether or not I regret buying 120 rabies vaccines for a clinic in the philippines. I saw what rabies does do you, how much difference a few vaccines can make, as a spoiled westerner who could potentially save dozens of lives with money I don't even really need, I felt obliged. My compassion seems to be partially intact ( Read more... )

Drinking vodka and listening to Hungarian metal at 3am on a school night, I gotta get my shit together so bad.

In the world where God is dead, meaning would be derived from will.

I've realized I have a horrible tendency to get ahead of myself, nearly losing my mind over the idea of ultimate meaning, concerning myself with if I'm a last man or a superman. I go around with my head in the clouds, ignoring the immediate problems right at my feet. If I would just deal with these things first, I could have a more solid foundation ( Read more... )

If you're a real iron man, you see every challenge and limitation as just another oppurtunity to prove your worth.

The mentality that no challenge is too much is a fundamental step to greatness.

I think I have a new jumpsuit-clad role model:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwE5-ecnH8g&feature=player_detailpage#t=695s

Through the whole movie, this guy never fails to amuse me.

You know somethings really a problem when it will follow through haze of alcohol.