This can't be healthy.

I'm not sure what it is about this song. But as a child I cried every time I heard it. More than the movie that it's from made me cry. I'm not sure what childhood sadness memory it triggers/attaches to. But it still makes me cry. I haven't heard it in so long. ...weird.

I was bored and in a 'mood' today, so my productivity at work consisted of this...

(I havent' gotten fired yet but I'm working on it.)


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I want to see all of these...
America: Freedom To Fascism
The Wicker Man

Who Killed The Electric Car?

The War Tapes

The Last Kiss

Peaceful Warrior

A Scanner Darkly

UPDATE:

Ad Festival 2005

The Road To Guantánamo

Wow, so Canada day battle wounds. Mostly from frisbee, bwahahahaha, the crowds. Anyway, ya so I took one right in the face. Sliced around some person standing in front of me and I went to block it, but i just helped it smash me in the face. I might get a full ring tomorrow round the eye. I am Jack's fuct up eye. So yeah, I was co - WOW HOLY FUCK! ( Read more... )

I'm not sure what's more annoying, being sick for the past 2 days or this F***ing 613 shit. It's a throat thing yet again. If it evolves into the sickness of my life that was last time, I will have my throat amputated.  Shup ut! It'll work! Thankfully work has been going smoothyl for the past small bit. I FEEL like i'm feeling better, we'll see in ( Read more... )

So today was ri-fucking-diculous. I can't even begin to comprehend, understand, or explain what / how / what / how / what happened today.

I'm not sure how many plantes / comets lined up in the exact right configuration for this combination of events to occur.

Wow.

And that's enough vague-ness for  the night. I'm gonna go try to sleep. Wish me

So I allowed myself to be dragged out tonight. I didn't think I would have a good time, but I ended up being mistaken. It was a good time with friends. Haven't been out in a couple a weeks aside from the boat cruise that kinda sucked... I was told tonight that I should take training to be a model by a sober person. I don't *THINK* i was being hit ( Read more... )

I knew it was gonna happen, I just didn't see it start. Watch my empty shell wander around, and occasionally come into focus with something that once resembled me.

I want to fight a war with an ememy I can see, with wounds I can touch, with blood I can taste. I will meet you there, on the scared battleground... and we will fight with our instincts, we will bleed from our hearts, and we will cry from our souls. We will die alone... Together.