Life is good. I mean, it's okay. Bearable, anyway ( Read more... )

There is no God.

That is all.

"As suggested by the familiar starburst pattern on the CD, now stained a pharmaceutical pink, Good News is less a product of the ambitious experimentation of The Moon & Antarctica than it is the young, violent Modest Mouse on anti-depressants ( Read more... )

I experienced the most disturbing dream last night. It's actually been bothering me just about all day.
I don't really want to get into it. I just want to remember it later, so I'm posting this.

I'm at about seven pages for my short story, and I'm going to go back to writing here in a minute.

That's really it. :-/

The reason I hardly ever post anymore is because every time I feel the need to post some cryptic/depressing/pathetic entry about how I don't know what to do or can't handle my shit anymore (like now), I decide I should just tell my journal to fuck it and stop being a cliche ( Read more... )

Still trying. And I don't even think I'm failing.

Yes, it has finally arrived. I am now the proud owner of a brand new 30gb video iPod. I have filled it with 888 songs so far, and playing it on shuffle has produced 37 of them so far for my listening pleasure. My life has a soundtrack! At last ( Read more... )

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKERS!

It is literally 55 degrees in my bedroom. You might wonder why I have 5 different comforters on my bed, but if you had to sleep there every night you would wonder no longer. Occasionally my festering siblings will attempt to steal these wonderful (And comforting) saviours from me, but if you saw what happened to them after their attempts you ( Read more... )

So it turns out Matt Chapin is the nephew of Pat Chapin. Yes. That Pat Chapin.

Brian told me that Matt used to play and he had an uncle who was really into Magic, but I just never made that connection. Weird. :o

[edit]Scratch that, not nephew, cousin.[/edit]