I have many daddy-long-legs spiders in my apartment. For most people they might be a burden, but I happen to like spiders (not the poisonous ones!). I think they are elegant creatures, and serve good purpose to rid my dwelling of any small pests.

I want to be a power metal vocalist. A good one. I want to wear tight ass leather pants and sing on stage with huge ass battle ax.

My good friend Chad is currently passed out on my bathroom floor. We drank plenty fine ale tonight at the local pub ( Read more... )

As much as I do love food, I abhor going to the grocery store. The crowded aisles and lines are only half the battle. I can never decide on what to get. When I do decide what to get, I tend to forget what it is I wanted to get.

I have absolutely no food in the house except some ketchup and few cans of tuna. Ketchup is not a bad substitute for mayo.

I had the hardest day of work ever in my life last night/this morning. Every muscle in my body aches and I can barely make a clenched fist. However, much of the work is mental. I am truly honored to work on the waterfront.

I want to start a colony in Oregon. We shall live amongst the trees, growing crops and hunting game. I will have a forge to create the finest of weapons. We will have many festivals on warm summer nights where the ale flows like water and food is plentiful. We shall pay homage to the Gods, live with honor, and respect mother earth.

Just for the record, I owned the dance floor tonight. 80s all the way.

Holy shit!@#$!

My livesjournal still exists!

I feel so distressed! someone at work found out I was into goth and I think that's why I got fired :-(.

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