Dammit. Why is it that things tend to go wrong whenever I say anything?

So far, the reasons that I'm undateable include ( Read more... )

So I saw one of the best plays I've ever seen yesterday. Big Love by Charles Mee, put on by some Case grad students. Aaaand I've picked up some good quotes that kinda characterize what's up in my life. Such As: (I haven't put in scene numbers because it's not seperated into scenes):

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Ever get so fucking pissed off at a single scale that you throw something, and you've got bad enough aim that that something ends up shattering a window?
I hadn't until about 15 minutes ago.

Hahahahahahahahahahah.
Oh my, life is absurd. It really is. From "cuddle whores" to revelations in ironic places to philosophical suicide to laughing like a maniac for no reason to getting that tingling feeling throughout your body. It's a good time to be alive. Maybe.

So this could turn out either really well or really bad. On a different note, I think I suffer from Nice Guy Syndrome. Correct me if I'm wrong on that, though.

Does anyone in Dennis Kucinich's Congressional District want to help me? That includes Parma, Lakewood, Garfield Hts, and a few other places. It won't take much, it's just I need someone who's actually in his district. Which isn't me.

Strangest dream last night. I got married to the perfect girl. Maybe it was partially because I had just watched "A Walk to Remember".

On that note, I think I'm a hopeless romantic who'll never really be satisfied.

So I'm off for my endoscopy in about 2 hours. I'm kinda (read "very") afraid for what they might find. Oh, and I'm not too fond of the general anesthetic idea, either.

I think I'm too caught up in my past. Either that, or I'm not doing enough to make things the way I want them. I don't know. I need someone to talk to. *cough*