There hasn't been a blog, journal, diary, column or harshly scribbled suicide note that will have anything to do with what's about to take place in this square of text.

No, seriously, this is true. You'll see why.

Near-straddling a beeping and sweat-stained eliptical machine this morning, I couldn't help but understand why America is the ( Read more... )

diet coke in mah mouf!!!!!!!

*sputter*

Last night was the first (and I'm sure, one day legendary) public show of the Drakian Protocol, the band Ben, Drew Langford, Gibson and Daniel Weiser make up. It was a very shitty venue (Cafe Express) but an incredible first show, I was very glad that I did not have to lie to any of my friends about how good their band was - it was fantastic, worth ( Read more... )

At the behest of my girlfriend and the undeniable urge to show off what I secretly feel is a formidable and fantastic writing skill, I will now renew, restart and recreate mein journal ( Read more... )

...yeah, inside jokes aside, I suppose this is where I say "Oh, my, it's time to Livejournal again ( Read more... )

Not much to type, killing time before a DA meeting ( Read more... )

..since i don't have it at the apartment any more. So sowwy, Comcast, your bill was not on the priority list ( Read more... )

..but I am still alive. I get lazily busy, in that sitting here and plunking down randomities doesn't seem worthwhile ( Read more... )

I find myself a crippled mass of joy and stress ( Read more... )

..this damn cat near me smells like awful-death. That thing must be seriously ill, or trying to make me so. I wish I could Febreeze this rancid beast ( Read more... )