Its over. Its finally over. It took almost five years but I guess its better late than never.

Crack of dawn, the rooster moans ( Read more... )

It's like talking to a fence.

Going through sort of a quarter-life crisis and I'm wondering who the fuck I am. Pretty pedestrian I guess, but that doesn't make it pleasant. I've got a lot of seemingly mundane issues on my plate, but when they start to stack up like they are, it can be hard to handle. Contemplating confessions, weighing priorities, considering changes, grappling ( Read more... )

Why can't I cheer up? Why do I feel like I'm drowning in malaise (Not to be confused with mayonnaise, which would be pretty terrible in its own right.)? I have some theories but none of them have solutions. This is lame.

Burfday, I hardly knew ya ( Read more... )

I'm catching on...

I hate that.

I keep waking up from the same great dream, only to realize that it wasn't real. Oh how I wish it was real...

My brain is on the run and I don't have the kind of footwear required to keep up with it. I do believe this calls for a trip to metaphysical foot locker or perhaps subconscious pay less...or even the mental adidas outlet store...wait...does the phrase "Grow a pair." necessarily have to be referring to testicles? If not, that's one more option.

Where is everyone?