If you've spent a lot of time in a public bathroom, you may very well be familiar with the rest of this poem. For the regrettably ignorant, allow me ( Read more... )

So, I think I've turned a sort of Office Space leaf in that I can't bring myself to care about school anymore. I mean, I still go to class and all, but doing any actual studying is becoming a real challenge. I'm not really stressing about it either. I probably should be. In a few hours, I have a test that determines 33% of my grade in one of the ( Read more... )

So I'm riding the bus home from work and I see the manliest guy in Lawrence get on. Now, I realize that's a pretty big claim, especially considering that I already live in Lawrence. To be fair, I shall give a little preliminary credentials. His name is Dick. Not Richard. Dick. Fucking Dick. So bam! right off the bat you know this asshole means ( Read more... )

The media makes a big production about death and romanticizes it. Most of us realize that it isn't so sugarcoated in reality, but I wonder just to what extent people realize this ( Read more... )

I'm not dead, just merely apathetic ( Read more... )

What is it about people that when you tell them that they were wrong, and they know it, that they get even more defensive and make situations worse for themselves? Is it just a natural tendency for a person to never admit a fault, clear to the point that they will dig themselves to far into a hole that only you can pull a compromise to bring them ( Read more... )

I don't think I've written for awhile...I don't remember what I wrote last, and it's too late to check now.

A lot has been happening, though nothing really has happened.

I've been content, but earlier became suddenly struck with sadness. If nothing else I feel I should document something, so here I am. Assuming I even believe that myself.

Some days are horrible and shitty. Nothing goes right ( Read more... )

Why is Jesus the only one who comes back to life on Easter? I mean, shouldn't some other zombies start rising above the graves? Maybe a rock was easier to push than digging through dirt.

Maybe we should all grab a shovel and give the undead a helping hand.

April Fools has come and gone, and I am shy two friends now from the experience. One for good and the other probably too. I'm too little and too late ( Read more... )