I finally watched Return of the King tonight, and I must say it was spectacular. For nearly two years, spite made me cringe at mention of it's title, but I have come to the conclusion that the past needs to stay where it is. I've been in quite the dismal state for about a month now, and I think I've finally figured out the route of it: I've ( Read more... )

The prediction was that this weekend would crush me. All I've spoken to have said only that I would return a crushed man ( Read more... )

It's funny how people once thought to have floated off have the odd way of coming back around every so often, just to poke their heads in and see how things are going ( Read more... )

The small, yippy-type dog of my youth is no more. Sleep well old buddy.

In other news: http://www.local6.com/news/4754326/detail.html?subid=22100428&qs=1;bp=t

If I ever truly discern the way that people connect, I will surely know the secret to all it is that matters.

Until then, rock the conquest!

Fuck Charlie and his stupid factory. Most unfruititious 8 dollars ever spent.

Why must it always pour when it rains, and how can the emergence of one stike the revelation of many?

Damn you gods!

I have a personal debacle, of sorts. Debacle is the wrong word, but I like it, so it stays ( Read more... )

Nothing is better than three days of silence, beer, and big fuck-off catfish.

Damn you running spades!

I fucking love poker.

Karass... soon ...everyone must check it out...