Of all the bands... I take a simple internet quiz. "Which Post-Punk Band Are You?" My delirious insomnia-ridden soul is frothing at the mouth. It's long, interesting, and fun.

Joy Division. Fucking Joy Division. Makes me wanna shave my head and gob on eyeliner.

Oh. Wait. Shit.

<3, J.

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I just took a boatload of quizzes, and all the results sucked, so no postings for you. :P This last week has just been... hecticly opulent, for want of a better term. I keep reminding myself of the medicinal value of keeping a journal, of all the reasons I started keeping this critter, and why I still need to keep it... but then I forget to touch a ( Read more... )

I'm still here, I'm still around, I read my friends list daily and, while I do have time to post, I find precious little in my life which needs to be chronicled for further analysis later. I consider this a blessing, and when I have something profound, cute, amusing, or deep to share with myself and, to a lesser extent, everyone else, I will. I ( Read more... )

My car's front right wheel nearly snapped off the axle ( Read more... )

Ugh.

So, while I was driving to Dairy Queen on thursday to have some hate-the-world-but-that's-okay ice cream, the engine of my fucking car exploded. Cracked cam shaft, valves smashed open, cylinders pierced, zero compression. Fifteen hundred dollars that I don't have. I have zero clue how I'm supposed to pay for everyone to move out when I'll be ( Read more... )

So yeah, went and voted against the new Kansas Marriage Amendment. I might as well have voted for a bill that banned farming, while I was at it. Futile as it may have been, though, I truly feel that I did my part to be counted and to let the masses know that their expected landslide victory was instead barely a two-thirds majority. You gotta fight ( Read more... )

So yeah, I know that everyone is hyping Sin City, and I've been the worst about it. I got to the theatre two hours early, on my own accord, and just sat there twitching, completely fanspazzing. And you know what? It actually exceeded my expectations. I spent all of yesterday convincing myself not to lower my expectations, to expect one of the ( Read more... )

I remember quite a while ago, Justin mentioned how differently one writes when one's audience changes... and it's strange when you consider yourself your own audience. You write little notes to yourself as a comfort mechanism, a reassurance that what you're doing is right, that your feelings and emotions are justified, that you really are the ( Read more... )

In an effort to post more frequently... thus do I post ( Read more... )