Why do insurance people have social skills roughly equivalent to an autistic piranha? Fuck them all.

Life has me in that narrow place again. School is heaping up demands by way of time and money that just might drive me insane ( Read more... )

Going home now. Finding an apartment, a computer. Preparing ( Read more... )

The
Good
Times
Are
Killing
Me

Okay, this'll probably bore people to death -- you're warned. I'm trying to figure out how to give myself some direction. One thing that's very clear to me is that FOCUS will be an important aid in getting where I want with this learning thing. There is just SO much one could possibly know, and much of it fascinating to me, that I need some sort ( Read more... )

Spare me a moment for the same old lament. How could I not have known ( Read more... )

1) I have wierd blue bruises growing on my right foot, and I don't know why. And I'm still going everywhere barefoot ( Read more... )

I don't fit in ( Read more... )

It didn't really seem like much to me, until this afternoon ( Read more... )

I've been pondering the way I think, and how it's changed over the years. I've always posessed a sort of opportunistic intelligence -- I could always excell at a task that would get me rewarded, praised, paid, or such. In fact I could do it without effort. Such behavior, I think, should be considered "animal cunning" -- it's just creative ( Read more... )