If everything I say is sarcastic, is that sarcastic ( Read more... )

So this is what it feels like to have the world at your fingertips but be afraid of getting dirty. Not that I would know the difference between good art and a piece of sidewalk or anything. In fact, I think that in many cases a piece of sidewalk can be good art. That's why I don't know the difference. Does art imitate life or life imitate art ( Read more... )

It fucking sucks not having a place. I have the shittiest job this side of the other side with the lowest wages possible in the great state of California. Home of the freebase. I need to move out of here. It's not that I don't get along with my parents. I do, so long as I'm not completely myself around them (as is the case with what, 99.9% of ( Read more... )

I don't like the Rocky Horror Picture Show. "I have an idea. Let's dress like sluts and whores and go to a place full of other people who dress like sluts and whores, then we'll watch the same movie we've seen a thousand times with other people who've seen it a thousand times, and we'll scream stupid shit and be cool for three hours. What? It's ( Read more... )

Everything has been moving in slow motion since 7:53 tonight. It started at work. I was filling up someone's soda and it occurred to me that I was filling up someone's soda, meaning that I somehow had the capacity to trail off again into mental dissonance to the point where I rediscovered my surroundings. This happens. But it sucks when the ( Read more... )

Drama. Fuck drama ( Read more... )

So what the fuck do people have these things for? I have no imminent desire to actually treat this as a journal (from the French 'jour', meaning 'day'), recording thoughts and events occuring in recent time periods for anyone else to read (even though no one will, as I only have one 'friend' thus far). By the way, here's your shoutout Gabo. ( Read more... )

like I said, this is only a test