I'm up to Level 15 and I'm a hollow shell of my former self.

Yankees 1, Red Sox 0 in the bottom of the 1st and the Yankees crowd is already chanting "Who's your daddy?" at Pedro.

Lately I've been observing the many stupidities and injustices in my world and thinking, "You know, I should really write an article in the DT about this." But then I think, (1) I'm lazy as Hell, (2) they'd edit the crap out of whatever I said, (3) DT articles require "evidence" and "rationale" rather than blinded-with-rage ranting, and (4) I'm ( Read more... )

There, I said it. I´m in an Internet café in Bratislava, Slovakia, and more than lacking any desire to update, I downright loathe the idea. Which, of course, is not to say that I don´t want to share my new stories - stories like "Kenny, Mila, and Janine are Rescued by an Irish Angel Wearing Jeans" and "Kenny is a Miserable Idiot and Lost His ( Read more... )

Haha, yeah, I'm like that emo kid that complains about things and then do them anyways. So instead of doing it properly, I'll start with a copy-paste from AIM (note: Leah IS English ( Read more... )

America: Malibu died. Not only that, she died a month ago and my mom didn’t want to tell me before I was done with my finals. Not only that, she died the night I had my dream about her dying. In fact, with time difference, it’s quite conceivable that she was at the Humane Society at the very same time I was having my dream. And everybody ( Read more... )

Oh, man, I just took a 1-hour nap and had the most intense dream ever ( Read more... )

My parents told me today that with my current beard and haircut, I look like Aleksandr Pushkin. That's pretty cool ( Read more... )

My mom IM'd me today and informed me that, rather than getting two low-end luxury sedans as we update our stock of cars over the next year, she'd rather get 1 sedan and 1 "midlife crisis car without the midlife crisis." This is just fun for me because I get to look at new sports cars for myself. I'd like a hard-top convertible, and the Lexus ( Read more... )