Some conversations have to be argued and inevitably extended when all you really want to do is smash to phone. There are moments when a hermit-like existence doesn't sound so bad. Most of you folks out there reading this do make continued social ties worth it so don't mind my ranting. If someone is trying to trap you in your own words shouldn't ( Read more... )

Been out and about a bit lately. I had an abortive staple gun trip the other day with Gabe that ended with pure grease consumption and proof that I'm only moderately bad at first person shooters. Topped that off with another installment of GunGrave with Mr. Keefe. Then there was Tuesday. Horrid work experience with the customer who refused to leave ( Read more... )

I'm awake and it's 5:30. My body gave out on me at 11 or so. The siren call of much needed sleep. After all one doesn't keep up with the insomnia of others without paying the price. No word from Mr. Ori, the slack bastard. Another drunken haze, better known as Tuesday has past. The infamous final Tuesday of Mel has come and gone. From photos to ( Read more... )

I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to ( Read more... )

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It's too damn early. This is what I get for going to bed on time. And the smell of burnt pictures won't go away. Dir En Grey is addictive is a disturbingly drug-like way. Didn't think you were going to be online or I would have stayed up. Give me a call when you have the chance Mel.

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Yesterday was spent on a distinct (atleast for me) amount of travel, much celluloid viewing pleasure, and the return of the taqueria. Upon picking up my erstwhile co-conspirator we decided to ambush the baby daddy of darkness in his lair. And we grabbed Sid. From there we proceeded to soak-up burritos and Sin City. And we got to see a rather large ( Read more... )

Last night was good times. I needed that after the crash. The best post-crash excursion ever. Conversation, ZIM, and a token margarita all with a kickass lady for good company. In the word(s) of Mr. Hirsch, wunderbar.

The Pope just died. As much as I may not be a fan of the Catholic church, aside from the ceremony and architecture, its still a matter of interest. After all, this is the most reasonable pope yet, and unlike the last one he wasn't Hitler's bitch. I'll give him this, his ailing health never became a farce or a circus of any sort for that matter. It' ( Read more... )