Maybe this makes me an asshole, but I really would have liked to have received a Christmas present from someone, or just had someone think of me and give me a call today.

It was a nice day. I got through it. It was fine. I cried for three straight hours when I got home...but no one has to know about that.

I'M FINE.

This is my first Christmas without him and my first Christmas away from my family. I have no gifts to give anyone and no gifts to open and no traditions and nothing familiar. My roommate is wonderful, and he and I have fun things planned, but I am so homesick right now that I want to die. But, this too shall pass, and next Christmas I'll hold the ( Read more... )

writing here because I'm pretty sure no one I actually know reads this thing. natch, I'm pretty sure NO ONE reads this blog that I haven't updated in two years and in three years before that. I just needed to put down some feelings/thoughts, and I'm pretty sure no one actually wants to hear me talk about any of this. People get bored, people change ( Read more... )

I am moving to a much smaller place and I have too much art! If you want anything I have listed, just send me a message with best offer, I will seriously take whatever!!!! All art must go! See the art at my facebook !

So i haven't updated here in a year-ish ( Read more... )

1. "Visiting the Hot Springs" : ogling your naked daughter-in-law

2. "Favored by the Emperor" : screwed by the Emperor

3. "Playing Prince Ning's purple jade flute" : playing Prince Ning's purple jade flute.

Dear Comic Book Collectors,

When you are shopping at your local comic book store, stop trying to act like you know more about comics, writers, artists, release dates, and inside retailer information than the employees there do. Because you don't. Stop being assholes.

Sincerely,
Comic Book Retailers Everywhere

So this morning at 7 I drove Robbie to the Airport so he could fly to Chicago for a studio session with the band Bitterson. No big deal. We checked and doublechecked and idiotchecked to make sure he had everything he would need and that his apartment would be okay while he was gone. What we didn't check, however, was what terminal he was flying out ( Read more... )

So, of late I have been indulging in the local underground acoustic scene, which is apparently much more buzzing than one might think. Tuesday nights at O'riley's on forest and greenville and Wednesday nights at Rockhouse Live on Preston just south of Frankford, Taylor Robinson acoustic jams take place. Cheap drinks, good people, and fan-fucking- ( Read more... )

I should have forgotten you long ago ( Read more... )