Life is a constent comedy of failure and procurring the things which make you happy.

So it's late and I don't know what to do with myself.

Things are starting to go well for once. I really don't want to screw my life up again or anymore.

Now if something pans out on the female front with one of the nice ladies I will be 100% back to normal.

I still need a damn haircut. I'm not a metalhead or a hippy I swear.

I'm in a super reflective mood today ( Read more... )

I did my yearly duty and messages all my friends (though a number have de-friended me by now ( Read more... )

God I love Dungen. Sweeds are rock.

I need to find a good publishing company. I would like to find someone different this time around since it's a novel. Blah blah blah.

So much to do and so much time to do it.

wzalk

the act of walking when you're totally out of shape for what appears to you to be long distances (ex 3miles) but which is in fact a brisk stroll for everyone else.

and that is what I did today.

and for tonight.... nothing at all.

ps i need brakes bad.

pps i need something else very much more. I doubt I'll get it. But I totally need

Too much time to do things with my mind. It's a wonder I keep sane. I've been spending insane amounts of energy with keeping intouch with this mundane land and it's mundane tantrums. Sometimes I just want to skip away to NEw ZeALand and become a farmer ( Read more... )

I've drawn many conclusions in the past year of journy and self realization. None much more worthy of mentioning than this... Our world is burning in hell each and everyday. And God dammit I don't wanna live another live this way ( Read more... )

So. What to say. The jist is always played out in my brain but my finger never like to flow, only stumble over the right words. I've been hard at work on a great many things lately.

Maybe someday I'll get this thing called life right.