Greetings from my new MacBook Pro!


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So it's been just over 2 months since my last post, and I'm posting for really no other reason than for that. A lot has actually happened in the past few months, both good and bad, and I think I'm going to leave it at that. What difference does it really make? You want to know the details? Give me a call! I guess I stopped posting for lack of ( Read more... )

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What, with the wetness like these lies ( Read more... )

My father is growing increasingly worried that I will do nothing with my life. He seems to be afraid that I will become a hippie and live in a tree in Hawaii. I think that's a fantastic idea ( Read more... )

For my birthday, I took myself to see Tool last night. Much to my delight, it was better than anything I could have ever imagined. I'm known for my hyperbole, yes, but this was just fucking awesome. Set list was as follows ( Read more... )

Um. Last night I was sitting around my house drinking Scotch and I thought it'd be a great idea to send messages to people. Um. Yea. Sorry. I'm also sorry for what's posted below. It's what came out. I have to say I'm not all that displeased. Every other inebriated piece of writing I've done wasn't even half as inspired. Anyway. Enjoy ( Read more... )

Um. Hi. I haven't updated in a while. Things have been interesting. Currently, I'm feeling very drained. Although I'm still productive, I've been fighting a growing sadness for the past month or so. I've been doing well, but here and there I've been more down than I'd like. I feel very detached right now. I'm rather detached from my writing ( Read more... )

Engulfed in obligatory feeling, revealed to me through a sick sense of lacking what is wanted. But in a veil of unbridled guilt, a figure of indiscernible iniquity falls towards me like a universe expanding. The planetary gasses freeze and collide in the swirling gravity of a vacuum, and join in front of my eyes. The plane of my sight splits ( Read more... )

Tonight I end a week of not sleeping. Tonight I dream again, perhaps of the man that we all just buried. It’s a day celebrating independence, but I find it so ironic how dependant we are on simple days to remind of the greatness that has come to pass. Clarity is bleeding from my mind, sense smearing drearily across the meaning. It is not a ( Read more... )

Umm...Hi! For those of you (2) who read this for my writing, here's some more! For those of you who just want to know how I'm doing and can't bother yourselves to read more than 3 sentences (8) I'm doing great! Things are good. I almost impulse bought plane tickets to Germany yesterday! oops. World Cup makes me excited. Anyways in important ( Read more... )