I've kept it inside for too long.

It's me.

I'm The Flying Wombat.

This day, anything goes.

I may just have to ordain the church of Snickers.

Just about choked to death... on baby carrots.

Recovered, but will I die of embarrassment?

Research indicates that more than 50% of my personality is a chemical imbalance. If fixed, you may need to get to know me all over again.

I've relaunched mikedionne.com as a blog, and posted a review of The Social Network. Livejournal circa 2003 was featured.

I realize the redundancy of posting about a blog in a different blog.

I made success part of the plan, but success can't be part of the plan. Success has to be the plan's only logical conclusion.

Note to self: need a new plan.

Just used my livejournal calendar to try and figure out a cryptic anniversary reference on facebook. I made a post that day... still useless.

I think if I had a time machine to fix my life... I'd probably screw it up even worse.

Forget a rip in the space-time continuum. I'd probably have one arm right now.

Cassandra, having spurned the advance of Apollo, was cursed with premonitions that were true, though no one would ever believe them ( Read more... )

Sometimes I really scare myself ( Read more... )