Tiffany's other friends include these late-teenage guys who roll up and engage her with, "Whatch'all up to?" And when she responds, "Oh, just chillin'," they thoughtfully advance the conversation by inquiring, "...Chillin' like a villain?" Then they all just sorta stand there in silence because they have nothing further to say ( Read more... )

We think it's so crazy that cats, after petting them gently and lovingly for a prolonged period of time, will suddenly turn around and attack us. I think we're just not giving the cat enough credit for its depth of emotion.

For instance, imagine this:

You're curling up next to the giant peach/red/brown/olive-colored bipedal that calls itself your ( Read more... )

Is it possible for a person to give his all to everything he does? To not see a use for feeling tired or slowing down?

Hell, I wrote "...once he's past the age of 7?" but then I realized I may have done just that right up to 15 years old; but anyway...It's difficult for me to even begin to comprehend such a decision in my life now. I've even ( Read more... )

Have you ever agreed with some sound idea, but kept a small part of yourself that still wanted to try and defy it ( Read more... )

When you "just don't know" and you feel compelled to write about your lack of knowing, don't be surprised if you can't find any words.

I haven't been channeling my thoughts into thoughtful journal prose lately, but I have been active enough to at least give you now a shallow update on my current affairs and prospects.

( Herein lies a horrific tale of graduations, commencements, and a newfound apprenticeship as an ORKIN DESTROYER. )

I'm really tired of people being deathly afraid of looking bad in front of me. Even if I pass some judgment on you, it's not a thang, people. I'm aware that I don't see everything there is to see in every moment. You're going to be you no matter what you do. So what is everyone afraid of? What's the bad thing that's gonna happen if I don't think ( Read more... )

(current musicThings are changing in my head, and I'm not able to put them into sensible words yet because, unlike with my Ayn Rand worshippin' days, I've had no one else to already say the words 'for' me. I certainly have topics to write about...but the impetus to write isn't there. There's only the idea that I ought to keep updating in order for ( Read more... )

*sigh*

Somehow this song's feel encompasses everything that feels grandiose to me in this life.

Why don't I have a breaking point? Nothing makes me snap. But it feels like a dam needs to break so I can pick up and.. resume my thoughts and existence.

I was jealous of Will in Good Will Hunting. He found what he needed to find. I'm stuck where he was.

While listening to "Too Young" by Phoenix (from the Lost in Translation soundtrack), I had a ( Read more... )