Stretching her arms and legs as the sun first peeked in between the drapes that covered her windows, much the same way Herbert had peeked through her blouse the previous night, Melissa reflected (perhaps because of the shiny spot where some of the superglue still hadn't come off) that she liked waking up in the mornings--not so much as, for ( Read more... )

So I was at Chapters buying some wonderful philosophy books from Penguin's Great Ideas series. I approached the cash and the girl just eerily stared at me as I handed her the books. The first thought I had was, "Did she go to my high school?" My immediate conclussion was no, she just looks a bit familiar but I don't care to pursue it. I was ( Read more... )

I sure did enjoy wearing a dress shirt under my v-neck sweater with a scarf and a long coat on top while reading Camus at the bus stop today. It's moments like that that I enjoy being intelligent and pretentious.

The rest of the time is occupied by pity and self-loathing.

On a whim, I searched for "Michale Moore is fat" on Google and came upon this wonderful website. Unfortunately, it is no longer updated.

So I call out to all the sexy ladies that are reading this to apply ( Read more... )

Working full-time in the winter is very depressing. I wake up before the sun is up and sit in an office that doesn't have a window. Leaving work, I get at best 15 minutes before the sun sets beautifully behind the horizon. So I don't see much of it. This partially explains why I've been so depressed lately. My last job was during the summer, and it ( Read more... )

I used to be so fucking fat.

The internet bores me.

So last night was my sister's wedding. Big deal, they've been living together for over 2 years and the wedding was more a formality than anything. Initially, I was going to compare the ceremony to that from von Stroheim's Greed, but let's cut back on the pretentiosity and talk about something much more important: me ( Read more... )

Sometimes I get the feeling that typing any words here will automatically make them not true. This journal has the uncanny ability to completely suck away my optimism on any subject I write about. It doesn't seem to work for negative thoughts though; they persist. So that's one reason I dread updating. Another is, quite frankly, that I am much more ( Read more... )