What?  Did she forget the way to remain immortal is to stagnate single for all eternity?  I for one was caught off-guard.

Guess strange things happen everywhere.  I'm a waitress at Pizza Hut.

How long have I slept?  Did my little emotional bubble burst so hard in slumber that I've time-travelled from the after-effects?  That sounds like a bad novel.

I miss college.  I'm going to appeal a suspension to re-attend.

And in better news, there's a new SexyLosers strip.

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I'm currently watching two printers print their little hearts and newsletters out in my aunt's basement. There sure are more then 300 Physician's Assistants in South Dakota, and about 15% of them have no email, so we have to make 370 copies of a 12-page letter outlining a language-simplification change in the law governing their practice. That's ( Read more... )

Wikiquoted, yo.

"In a nation run by swine, all pigs are upward-mobile and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: Not necessarily to win, but mainly to keep from losing completely. "

"There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has ( Read more... )

I hate mental suicide.

A common theme of Deadjournal is broken people, I've come to find. Disassociated rants without any stand-alone continuity or interest, just an intricate network of inside nothings that leave any reader outside of the dozen-or-so "know" bored out of their skulls. Perhaps even further than that, like bored out of their souls. Whereas Livejournal, ( Read more... )

Personal crises don't amount to crap in the scheme of some grand career design. Infact, for most professions, your personal life is the aftermath of your level of deserving. Everyone's expected to at least have a shot at one, with some not working out. Ignore the "situation" too long and suddenly, there you are, 45 and in a rut so deep you call ( Read more... )

I've proven to myself and myabe only myself that I can be true to my word when it comes to women. There, that said, today was glorious. Details aren't necessary. Why journal about it if I'm not going to go into the details? Random update of life is all.

Read page 35 of Pet Sematary a few times over. It may work wonders, but it may also kill you. I'm officially sleepy now, thanks to Stephen King's more boring page ever written.