I spent all yesterday reading Maus and optimizing vector code and so last night I dreamt I was a floating point divide in an inline ghetto. This may or may not turn out to be life-changing: I'll be sure to check next time I have a life.

"Oh! Ah! Oh! Aa-aa-aa-ah... Oh!" - Anonymous Neighbor, 2004

They've been at it for eight hours, and I really need to get From A to B and Back Again back from L. I just don't know what to think about this or much of anything without Andy Warhol's guidance.

I have received advice from the alien being. The alien being advises me to always fuck my mother. The alien being advises me that Kuwait is a daydream and carry on like nothing has happened. Advises that soup kitchens are plantations for the egotist. That any statement involving waterfalls is a doomed statement; and morning after is the only time ( Read more... )

I am totally making a meatloaf while simultaneously having no future. It is brilliant.

I love to wash my mouth out in the mornings. I hate brushing my teeth, but it's worth it to get to the mouthwash, I really love the mouthwash. I buy it in great big bottles big as rum, the weight makes my arm shudder as I tilt it back trying to find that perfect angle. I love the moment when I pull the bottle down to discover just how much is in my ( Read more... )

So, bored and doing the friend-of-a-friend LJ browsing thing, I found out that Jordan has a livejournal account. Moreover, he has fewer people on his Friends list than me.

This is bad. I have always prided myself in having a small, realistic Friends list. It separated me from the pathos-laden egomaniacs who pad their lists to compensate for, I don ( Read more... )

Yeah. So I'm watching TV, like I always do when I'm living, and there's this show on and these people are on a rollercoaster, and on the show it's actually pretty boring but I'm thinking, you know, that would be a real blast. I think I've only been on one like real goddamn rollercoaster since I've come to college and that is not e-goddamn-nough, so ( Read more... )

Guess who needs to stop posting long-winded, detailed recountings about fucked up life incidents when he's had too much to drink? You guessed it! It's Aldous Huxley!

Okay, so I graduate at the end of this quarter. I want to run from this apartment and this city and this state so shit, why not the country ( Read more... )

I wrote this for my grad school application, and probably don't have the balls to send it in. Oh well, right? Anyway, I'm sharing it here, because I want to share it somewhere. It is not a fascinating read. You can probably guess most of this already, just from the look on my face ( Read more... )