Mooninites FTW!

i've just come to realize that...

fuck, nevermind. i already lost two whole blogs in the space of ten minutes to my mind wandering off topic. i'm not trying again tonight.

headache+backache+vomit=super guest material.

sorry for feeling shitty while i was over.
you are awesome and considerate and awesome and helpful and awesome and kind.

i don't know why, but there's something special about still being up for the sunrise on a cold morning. i mean, i always have liked the way everything is lit in the wee hours of the morn before that giant, fiery ball makes it's appearance. maybe it's the combination of that and being tired, the cold air making drowsiness all but impossible. perhaps ( Read more... )

when i get tired, i get depressed.

and i am very tired.

apparently there is a new, more modern and timely definition for "Sex," according to Girls Gone Wild. this is obviously an official definition, as they claim there is "more sex than ever before," and since there is no sex by the old definition in their purile trash of film and they are not being sued for false advertising. thus the new definition ( Read more... )

though you apparently find yourself with intrarweb problems, your present which depends mightily on it is in.

i drink. i know, one would think that something like that wouldn't just sneak up on me like that, but in a way it has. the other day, i looked at the 3/4 empty bottles of scotch in my room (2, only, mind), and it was like it hit me for the first time. i drink. i never thought i would drink. i swore i wouldn't drink. ever. but i do. not a lot, but a ( Read more... )

ok, follow along with me, here. see, a serial killer's first victim is someone who they know. not just some loose association, mind, but someone that holds a very important position in their life, whether the connection is real or imagined.

so would becoming a serial killer's first victim be a compliment?

i am an asshole.

or a coward.