( So Long And Goodnight, So Long And Goodnight. )

I finally went out and got a pathetically small Christmas tree today. Think Charlie Brown only slightly worse. I spent about a minute decorating it with the ornaments I made last year. I got rid of one or two and had to make a new one for Jess cause I really did sell the other one on e-bay ( Read more... )

I just got a random thought I felt the need to throw out there.

My new icons make me look like a man whore. I really need to sober up and stop making out with random people, for Ashley at least. And also possibly my health.

That's all really.

I turned 29 two days ago. Twenty fucking nine. And as of yet, no change. At about 21, birthdays just about started to lose meaning. I guess next year maybe it will be another milestone but as of now the past 8 years have just kind of blurred together ( Read more... )

I am officially a failure at this again. I was going good for a while there so it's slightly depressing. I think I've been dating Ashley four months now and I've seen her about two times. I have to say it really makes a relationship run smoothly when you hardly ever talk to the person ( Read more... )

I'm only back cause there was a promise of icons. And because there's something I need to show everyone.

( The Awkward Years )

I don't really know what to say or for that matter where to begin.

So we'll call this a placeholder or something like that and maybe I'll be back around sometime to fill it in with something better.

( I'm bored. )

This update should be really great since it's been four weeks from my last one. I hate to disappoint so it really hurts me that is is just going to be a BS entry.

Just to catch up a little, watch the skit I did for MAD tv right here. It's so stupid you'll probably get a laugh or two out of it.

The trailer for Waiting was released recently and the ( Read more... )

Lately I've been noticing how we spend so much of our lives closed inside of something. We wake up in the mornings, from the house to the car to the office back to the car and home again. If it's not work or home, it's school, a store, behind three inches of bullet proof glass if you're at a bank, a seedy motel, or a prison, and finally a casket. ( Read more... )