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i cannot stand reading things on seemingly high-traffic {and/or pretty} websites like pixelsurgeon ( Read more... )

ironically enough, last night was my most successful attempt at sleeping in the countable past. im trying to remember when my day to day didn't consist of restlessness and poor decisions and bad luck, aligning themselves like some shitty knock-off version of the ten plagues. if this were some sort of noir fiction pulp novel, i could start out like ( Read more... )

just for today, i wanted to fast forward to my near future. not the real one that's probably pretty depressing, but the one i reinvent daily. today's near future is me in a cramped apartment, with shitloads of my interests on the walls by way of posters or framed pictures or maybe even taxidermied animals, though i doubt that last one.

anyway, im ( Read more... )

rip vonnegut.


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we went to the pet store to look at puppies and junk, but i wound up with three fish. Crazy Eyes, Blackey, and Boring are interim names.

there is a drunk thirty-something year old loser in my living room, yelling, "RONALDINHO!!!!!" in a british accent at the top of his lungs. every time the other younger losers stops talking about something like weed or their high school days {and not even entertaining stories}, this guy freestyles. i am on the other side of the sliding door, ( Read more... )

One Thing I Cannot Stand:

Stomping, clomping, or general heavy-footed-ness, especially in the echo chamber of this goddamn house. Learn how to emote properly and effectively and walk like a ninja, or prepare to be seen as either an ineffectual drama queen or a motherfucking caveman moron. Those are your only options.