Whenever I get the urge to come to some form of internet medium to whine about my problems I think again and wonder how some dude somewhere is tracking all of the information that passes out unencrypted from my hands to check whether I am some kind of security threat or a possible doer of bad things. In this particular case this writing exercise ( Read more... )

Drama, drama, drama...

Whine whine, emoemo. Contemplate, whine, drama? Emo, emo drama whine emo drama EXCLAIM!

Girls, whine whine, drama emo emo, whine drama emo. EXCLAIM, drama emo whine whine.

So I am wont to think that the dundas west area is somewhat of a suburban wasteland, which when you read the history behind it seems somewhat true with the area unable to serve alcohol for over a century due to a farmer's riot sometime way before any of us could care ( Read more... )

Hope is fleeting and ephemeral but necessary. It seems to be what drives things like, the economy and human existence. We must fight to preserve it and to cherish it when it shows up, cause its gone soon as you turn around. While hope doesn't spring eternal I'm pretty sure it can keep up three rounds bursts for a while.

The concept of change is a fascinating one for me. Its frightening as it introduces new unknown elements which I think scare a good amount of people due to our upbringing in this nice and polite society ( Read more... )

For the interest of the ability to string together a coherent sentence lets pretend I have something on my mind so that I can say it ( Read more... )

Sometimes after all the madness leaves I feel like laughing at it all. Everyone schemes in their ivory towers and wails at their misfortunes or traipse through that primrose path ever leading downwards. And then I think, "Here's me. Maybe I should act out my frustration more or something ( Read more... )

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Its finally come to pass again, I am left agog at the wonders of the idiocies of people. At this point I really yearn to write something impassionate about the madness of the social interactions of people but as that could be a whiny bit I will suggest at it ( Read more... )

When you look up from the pile of Transmetropolitan comics and realize its 3:30 AM one starts to wonder, why is it I'm staying up reading about the exploits of a crazy reporter type. This has been the case the last two nights, which is frankly quite irritating due to the whole having to wake up the next day ( Read more... )