turns out, I have no idea where any of those "what meal are you" tests are. damn my lack of ambition yet again.

I got like nothing but spare time now. I'm totally going to take every goddamn retarded live journal quiz. what piece of soap am I?

so, yeah, I make a post, in case a period of inactivity deletes these things.

so, I found out around half an hour ago. I've been processing. I think I feel like writing out how I feel on the matter. Hunter was, in all honesty, an old junky past his prime as a writer, and far too strung out on drugs for far too long that warped his perception of reality. I've heard he beat women, and I could never mentally accept that. I ( Read more... )

okay, so my college ranks number three for alcohol related arrests. my first instinct there is "the hell?" what's wrong with these kid? admittedly, as an old man, my drinking is not impeded by Johnny Law. However, I remember quite well, many a walking mission into heavily police infested territory, armed only with my steely eyes and the mental ( Read more... )

So, I had to write a paper on my "political socialization." and I realized I have no memory of this. I like to assume I was created as a modern day athena. Jon Stewart had a headache, and I burst out, fully armored in cynicism. only more, you know, masculine than her.

So I drove home from Chicago and Britini yesterday and that kinda sucks and I was all tired the rest of the day, and rob called and I called him back and we're supposed to hang out or something but we don't seem to ever, and we're supposed to go drinking wednesday and ohmigod I have to be on my feet at least ten hours today and I'm so tired and ( Read more... )

So I had to work at Five A.M. I don't know what A.M. actually stands for per say, but here is the portion of the typing where I would add said information to this post, to stress how goddamn early it was. Also note- working at five A.M. means getting up earlier than that. in this case 3:45. have I explained my job? no. well, I scan the ( Read more... )

so it's my birthday. or it was at the time I started writing. It was a good birthday. and that's odd for me to say. cause, you see, I was always one of those "it's just another day" sorts. I may still stand by that, I'm not sure. Britini, however, went on a tactical assault on this belief(a belief I'm not sure I told her about), assaulting me ( Read more... )

I haven't talked to anyone I'm not related to in half a month. besides my girlfriend, who is keeping me sane. I got a job counting things. I read comic books to get through, until I can see aformentioned girlfriend. I seem to want to sleep a lot. I shaved my head. I looked pretty good with long hair. kind of a mistake.