I seem to be stuck at a crossroad.  Not sure if this is worth my time anymore.  I sure don't have happiness. And I can't fathom what could possibly make me happy.  I simply have no reason to live... but nor does anyone else.  Or do they?  Do they have something that I don't?  Good looks?  Money?  A significant other?  Possibly.

Me?  I'm just a creep ( Read more... )

shitty shitty shitty

sometimes I like to hide from the world, and the world gets angry.  I have no clue what to do about it... how to change... if I can change.  It's kinda scary, that I've pushed people away for so long and haven't thought twice about it until now.

I had this convo with this guy work a week ago; it's been stuck in my head:

him: "You play any sports?"
me: ( Read more... )

I finally saw Syriana.  It reminded me of  how depressingly screwed the world really is.  It also reminded me of this line out of a Queens of the Stone Age song: "Whats the fucking difference, we all gonna die.  You gonna do something killer?  C'mon give it a try."

So very deep.  Very.

I left my phone charger at my g-mas, which means my phone is ( Read more... )

It's been less than a week since my experiment came crashing down before my very own eyes, and I'm already about to flip ( Read more... )

My new toy:

It's been a long journey, but I've finally accomplished my goal of getting a motorcycle:


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I hate the interweb.

Thus I'm taking a break for a short while.

Goodbye.

I just got back from Winston-Salem. I was fortunate enough to participate in the all-out dance orgy that is The Faint. They played with Bright Eyes, at the millenium center ( Read more... )

I've been trying to stay busy, to keep my mind off of things.  But ofcourse there is absolutely nothing to do around here, so I end up spending the majority of my time playing my acoustic guitar out on the back porch.  When I've got stuff to do, like work, or guitar, or work, or guitar, or work, it seems to be a little easier.

I still can't ( Read more... )

...sleep evades me.

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming ( Read more... )