You know, I think that I'm quite possibly going to end up single for the rest of my natural life. Not for lack of interest in romantic endeavors, but simply because I'm such a fucked up person.

I'm not nearly as bothered by this as one would think. But who knows...

Bollocks to that, professor!

I got in last night at about three o' clock in the mornng after helping Jamie and his crew shoot some scenes for a project. I was very, very drunk, and about to go to bed for the evening after I checked a few things out on the interweb. I got an IM from someone I know, who asked me how I was, to which I responded: "Drunk as shit." Their response? " ( Read more... )

I had a dream the other night that really bothered me. Great way to start my vacation in California ( Read more... )

I have never felt more emotionally and physically fucked up in my entire life.

Fuck you, world.

Always, and without fucking fail.

I fucking hate everything.

As time goes by, the world makes less and less sense to me. I just don't understand it, and I don't think I ever will. Why people do what they do, why they make the choices they make... so many people let themselves be miserable because they're afraid. If you're afraid of the pain and the hardships of life, then you might as well not exist. Only ( Read more... )

I'm compiling a list of beverages that will be set out in the apartment Kevin and I will be getting. Which should be in the near future. Pay no heed, those who do not care!

( LIQUOR! )

I'm trying to drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away.

I remember that I was looking at her. Stoned, slightly strung out on anti-anxiety meds, I was just looking. Simple, if not for the fact that she was staring back. Her eyes spoke volumes to me in that hazy garage, surrounded by friends. I suppose that's when I decided I was going to do it. I was going to tell her how I felt ( Read more... )