Eli has been diagnosed with early dimentia.

I wanna crawl under my desk and disappear...

Bad news, kids. Prying, unwanted eyes have found their way to my humble little Live Journal, and as much as I hate to do this, almost all of the entries from here on out will be Friends Only. (Carlin, I'm sorry...I know you read this, but I can't keep this thing completly public anymore ( Read more... )

Drama, drama, drama. Does it ever go away? Can you ever truly get away from it? I really hope so ( Read more... )

So yesterday was my new brother, Jamie's, birthday (that sounds weird) and my dad, Casey, Jean and I all went over to his and his wife's(?) place for a cookout. He lives in Lakeland, on a big piece of property and he's got a pool and a hot tub and a little lake to fish in ( Read more... )

In regards to my last post, the fourth paragraph...make that three times in one week.

If Karma is real, which I believe it to be, I must have really done some terrible things in my sleep that I don't know about. I am just not having a good weekend...or week...or past two months, really ( Read more... )

So...I have apparently done something to piss all of my friends who are in town off, because none of them call me when they say they will, or call me back when I call them. Three, in particular, which is really all there is ( Read more... )

Oh Dave, you continue to amaze and amuse me ( Read more... )

TWO DAYS TO DAVE MATTHEWS! YEAH!

ZERO DAYS TILL JEWDY COMES HOME! Eat that Jew camp!

And yet...I feel crappy today. I'm irritable and I just want to go home and go back to sleep. My back is killing me, and there's absolutly nothing I can do about it. The only pills that work make me sick to my stomach, I throw up, and then I pass out. And you can ( Read more... )

The past two or so weeks have been a total blur of medication and sleep and pain and...absolute boredom ( Read more... )

I did a bad, bad thing...

When it feels so right, but every way you try to rationalize it, you always end up at the same conclusion: Mistake! Turn back! Do not enter! Always a stop sign, but I never surrender to my better judgement. I gun it through the intersection right into the oncoming traffic...

And I've got the scars to prove it all...

Oh ( Read more... )