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This is fuckin' funny as hell. I love me some Natalie Portman.

Real update later.

I'm doing much better now. I worked out a few issues I had, and things are starting to look up. I got a promotion at work, which is nice because it lets me have every other weekend off (this means more opportunities to see Michelle). I've also been working on bits and pieces of my writing; nothing too big, but it's going decently well ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: The following LiveJournal entry may be too graphic for some audiences. I refer to myself as a toilet and being full of other people's. . . well, you know. If content like that would disturb, bother, or offend you in any manner, please refrain from reading what follows.*sigh ( Read more... )

So, yeah. I need to update this thing, given all that's happened this past week through this weekend ( Read more... )

Quote of the Day:

Me (to Michelle): "My cockhead is a smiling pirate."

*Entry deleted because my life is in the toilet and I'm sitting here describing the coloration of the shit I'm in.*

It's been a while since I've really updated this thing, but - at the behest of Michelle - I am doing so now. Because I really, really need to ( Read more... )

"Today is gonna be the day ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just feel like there's no point to anything anymore. Every time I do anything, this nagging voice in my head chimes in with "what's the point?" It's constant, too. Every time I get up in the morning, every time I go to bed. Every time I eat or relax or talk to other people. Every time I do some writing or listen to some music ( Read more... )