Don't tell anyone, but I have a clone fetus of John Ma acting as a paper weight on my desk. I made him a felt top hat.

I'm loving this big ass box of big ass Nerds and have never envied Americans as much as I do now for having the ability to buy these products. I'm really listening Heaven, Have Mercy on us by The Dears, but I just listened to Weezer so I put that.

I'm not even going to try to sleep tonight. Insomnia wins. I'm going to keep reading until I get to a reasonable point in the readings or until I simply cannot read anymore. I seem to remember wanted to write some things, but not what those things are. For starters, this house is a sweat box (that one was for you pops). I think it's because ( Read more... )

Auctung! The following essay is made up of seemingly useless, random objects, not traditionally used in the composition of essays ( Read more... )

Today I had two very different reactions to my playing of Nine Inch Nails. The first of which was from this girl, Sarah, who always comes by and, well sits and does stuff, and doesn't get on my nerves too much. She ask me to go out to lunch with her and I figured it was a good idea. It turned out to be more than lunch (we had sex), because I had ( Read more... )

I just Googled that subject heading and my user account and I came up with one of Mike's posts, so I don't think I've ever used it. It really is though. I can't even type out what I'm thinking. But that's what I get. Trying to fix my sleep pattern has proven more difficult than I thought. I've now developed insomnia. I'm not sure if that's ( Read more... )

Probably used that one already, but who cares. If Trent Reznor can use it over and over, so can I. Though I won't be able to rock as much as him. There's something I need to address. As far as I can tell I'm in a constant crisi of faith, but right now it's there a lot. Perhaps I'm just more observational when my heart gets all big and ( Read more... )

She's a member of Amnesty. I can't compete with that. Unless I start that club like I had planned. I'll do research over Christmas, or I'll die. But seriously, God's gift to me alone.

The time now is 5:34AM. As you may have guessed my sleeping pattern has been a little, shall we say...Fucked right up, as of late. Please pardon my language. Surely she didn't expect me to sit at the computer, waiting hours for her return. Though I would have, I really didn't think that was quite logical. I'm losing track of time. Lindsey is ( Read more... )

All nighter. Why you ask? So I wouldn't sleep in. Pffft.