Um...I don't have a damned thing to update on ( Read more... )

If I could go through life with an open book taped to my forehead, well, I think that would be just great. If I could just read while going through the motions of life, I think I would be a lot better (at life).

Only as long as the book was fictional and had nothing to do with reality.

I wish you knew me. I mean the real me, not this "inner voice but still filtered" me. I wish you could observe me in every day situations, listen to how I interact with others, and then report back to me in secret. I wish you could tell me what I'm doing wrong. Why can't I reach anybody? Why am I different? What would it be like to know how ( Read more... )

I can usually tell how bad my depression is by the state of my fingernails. For example: My mood is flying high when my nails are long, filed, and painted with a glossy pink polish. You know I'm doing really, really good when I'm sportin' the French Manicure ( Read more... )

Ugh. I'm totally sick. It feels like the Flu, but I'm not sure. I never get sick. I've been asleep all day long. That part was kinda cool.

Also, I got retarded drunk last night and made an ass out of myself. And drove home.

I continue to be amazed at how cool I am not.

So, I have this little problem with sports. I can't watch sports, whether live or on TV. I just get too involved. It makes me tense times 1 million, until the game is over. It's crazy really. Football is the worst, with basketball coming in at a close second. Even golf (which I'm loathe to call a sport) makes me anxious. Funny enough, I'm ( Read more... )

Another successful night ( Read more... )

Scooby Doo just really gets on my nerves.

But nobody can piss me off quite like Jabber Jaw. I'm getting angry just thinking about him.

And the Snorks were such a rip-off of the Smurfs. Both of which creep me out.

1. Triple grande Mocha from Starbucks (triple grande means THREE whole shots of espresso ( Read more... )

So...don't laugh, but I went to the Britney concert last night. It wasn't very good. It was kind of boring. Half the audience was teenage girls, the other half was gay men. They came out of the woodwork for Britney!

....yawn.....

That's about all I have to say about that.