I just changed my Myspace page, so that basically makes me a new person. Right?

Can I just state, for the record, that I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in seven hours ( Read more... )

I need a stiff drink and a long hug more than anything in the world.

Wait, I take that back. I need to not feel like a despicable wretch. The drink and hug are just a means to an end.

Fuck, I say, FUCK.

I hate money ( Read more... )

Lately, I've been harboring an awful lot of stress and depression. The details aren't important, but the end result is a restless fever I can't seem to get rid of. Many nights I just wish to all-heaven that I could excise some of this tension, yet am unable to find any way to do it. I end up endlessly pacing my melancholy like a hospital corridor; ( Read more... )

I smell of deodorant. In fact, I reek of it. Deodorant, right? Pfft, more like reodorant. Goddamnit.

The total amount of money in my bank account may very well be more than the amount I've spent in the last 6 months, or even year. What the fuck am I suppose to do with it?

( I'm doing my best. )

So, I'm an engineering intern. I get up at 8:30 and get home at 6:30. I work in the interim, I screw screws, glue snubbers, and plug daughtercards into motherboards so they can be tested. I'm always surrounded by bubble-wrap. Everything has to be put in bubble-wrap. Always ( Read more... )

"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me ( Read more... )

Dear Shingles,

Get out of my body.

Zeke.

P.S. You are an old person ailment, what the fuck are you doing inside me?