Happy goddamned birthday to me.

Tomato soup is a funny thing. The worst I've ever had was uninteresting but edible, merely sustanance. The best was an experience that I can only describe as sensual.

The soup I made this past weekend wasn't the best I've ever had, but it was pretty damn good.

All I wanted was a spoon.

I didn't want the whole silerware drawer to come flying out at me and dump its contents on the floor.

That really isn't what I wanted.

I was right, you can see the plasmas but only the baby ones. The big ones are way to hot for the human eye to see.

As I rode home today with too many thoughts in my head I realized something important.

I've really needed black jeans in my life.

You can conjugate my irregular German verbs in any tense any time you want.

It's wonderful to get an ice cream cone and with the first bite realize that you picked out exactly the right flavor.

The world is overpopulated. This is not a new piece of information; however the degree of it is something that I don’t think many people have thought very hard about ( Read more... )

I don't generally let what I should or shouldn't do influence what I actually do. I also make mistakes. Neither of these things are going to change and I refuse to apologize for that.

Today destroyed me. I don't even know why.

And before any of you fuckers say anything about my whole Thursdays at work thing I didn't work today so it doesn't count.

Current Mood: a thin layer of snow over everything
Current Music: Peter Mulvey - The Trouble with Poets & Evanescence - Breath No More