For some odd reason, yesterday I starred at a straw for an hour. No, I wasn't stoned. I was meditating. I came up with a metaphor...with the help of a certain Bil ( Read more... )

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Welcome, kids, to How to Make A Linde-Friendly Journal Post!

1. Limit your post size. It's not what you say but how you say it. If your post is too long, I get bored, fast. Try to keep it under 1500000 words, huh? I could probably take any entry and compress it into a few keywords. However, if you insist on writing a novella, how about the ( Read more... )

Hm. I've been kicked out of must_be_gay. Apparently dating a woman and getting her pregnant isn't gay. How...um...sad? I'm a little too amused by this ( Read more... )

What's in a name? A lot, yet nothing. A name can make or break a person, or they can rebel against it. When people hear a name, they usually associate something with that particular name. People can judge you on your name. When choosing a name (and I'm talking about a real name, not just a bullshit nickname), you've got to really think about ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day is less then two weeks away. Hm, what to get for the girl who wants nothing. I've got my ideas ( Read more... )

A day living with a pregnant woman can be...let's just say interesting. Your day starts around 5 AM sharp, when you wake up to the relaxing sounds of morning sickness. After she's done with that, you make sure that her esophagus is still in place. You can then lay in bed until you make her whatever it is she's craving this morning for breakfast ( Read more... )

For the longest time, I've been disinterested in anything too serious. I mean... serious work, serious relationships, serious whatever. Just me and my guitar. Now it's going to be just me and my girl and our baby. And my guitar? And the band? Oh the joy of prenatal depression. You probably thought it only happened to women. I guess it's even been ( Read more... )

For the first time ever, I have an official "icon set". All of these were taken from Migé's gallery of sci fi and horrors. Yeah. I think they show the deep side of me.

Trust is a difficult thing. You lose it when you find out Santa isn't real. You lose it when your brother rats you out. You lose it when a friend tells one of your secrets. You lose it when a lover is unfaithful. You lose it when a friend is unfaithful. You lose it when your lover is unfaithful with your friend. When is trust regained? ( Read more... )