Extreme spoilers below!!!!

Nothing can touch me right now, and its been that way for almost a month.  The old, arrogant Mike is back again, kiddies, and all the world's crazy and all the world's spite just bounces offa him like he came from Krypton.  It doesn't make any sense, but as far as I can tell the beginning of this particular bout of ( Read more... )

'Cause I can't get no... sat-is-fac-tion.

You know all those songs about the guys who always do and say the right things?  The guys who are there whenever you need them?  The ones that are confused as to why they aren't loved?  They're lying.  They know exactly why they aren't loved.

I love massive attack. Also, it is my brother's birthday this weekend. I'm excited! He's prolly gonna try to get me hella smashed, but I'm sure he'll be too toasted to really do anything ^^

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leaves me edgy; frayed. My temper is short, and my patience shorter. The wrong word here, a sarcastic tone there and my usual serenity is shattered. This serves only to further piss me off, as my inpeturbable nature is something I am rather proud of.

Swear to god, if I could I would be my own immune system in the face. With a shovel.
Also, went to Gameworks tonight. It had its ups and downs... the drinks had free refills, but the jackasses would stop by while you were playing a game and take your cup. Pretty cool to have a bunch of people there though, we just dominated the ddr machine ^^

So I walked to class today. In my new trenchcoat, and new pants, listening to new music on my new headphones. I was pretty badass, i'm not gonna lie. That is all.

I keep thinking about posting more often. I get about halfway through a post, and then feel a lot better about whatever topic was post-worthy. It stops bothering me, so I don't post it.
( Banks are teh devilz0r )

It seems the world is a smaller place than I thought. I went to the goth industrial night at the saloon tonight. I met a lot of people that I already knew, or at least was acquainted with. Turns out the whole six degrees of separation thing is creepily accurate; everyone I know is connected to each other via various odd little twists and turns ( Read more... )

Everything is so old. Old friends, old places, and old feelings. Its like the food you left in your fridge for three weeks; moldy, hardened, and not in any way appealing. Left without maintenance, things rot. In the last year, I have left many things in the fridge, so to speak. Mostly people. I got caught up in relationships, and their ( Read more... )