So I've been thinking about exactly *why* I've been so down the last few days, and it's pretty much come down to this: I've already had to put up with all of this crap. Orientation, enforced partipation and cheerfulness, empty speeches, and worst of all, the lonlienss and disorientation of being in an entirely new place by yourself ( Read more... )

There is a picture of semi-naked cuddly men on my desktop ( Read more... )

"Well, you can't just go up to a guy and say 'Pardon me, but you're quite attractive. Would you like to have intercourse now?'"

I love my friends. I really do.

Not sleeping for nearly two days staight is not good for one's health or sanity. It can, however, get things done.

Medieval music kicks ass.

'Mystery' is kick ass too, and has probably had a far greater impact on my life than many other things. It has also probably left me warped for life.