Is there anybody out there?

Have you ever hated someone so much, you devote an unhealthy portion of time each day to wishing them ill? Hoping they get hit by a truck, perhaps ( Read more... )

"When inward life dries up, when feeling decreases and apathy increases, when one cannot affect or even genuinely touch another person, violence flares up as a daimonic necessity for contact, a mad drive forcing touch in the most direct way possible."

-Rollo May, Love and WillIt's about damn time a comic gave me some words to really consider. ( Read more... )

Drowsy + last-minute sleepless cramming = quasi-poetic musings as a conclusion to a history final exam. Oh god.

2 down, 2 to go.

Is it BERET season? Why is everyone and their mother wearing berets? Fifteen of them spotted over this weekend alone.

Are they migrating?

It is not the concept of Freudism in and of itself that disgusts me, rather it is the apparent overall willingness of our species to accept this psycho-sexual analysis of our minds into virtually every facet of our being and existence. Iago isn't gay for Othello, and sometimes a pipe is just a goddamn pipe.

Clearly, the only way to now restore my vague sense of androgyny post-haircut is by wearing mascara and foundation at all times. I feel a wee bit too mannish.

Going to see what I can do about getting myself a working NES, and the original six megaman games. Emulators just aren't the same.

I'm amazed I'm not hung over. Beer, scotch and Guinness. Wow.

And if I ever again see that snooty bitch from last night who asked if it was Halloween upon seeing my boots, I'll be sure to rearrange her face so that, for her, it'll be just so everyday.

**Whacks head against wall repeatedly, would prefer to be a Toys R' Us kid**