Ever since I was 16, I've played a little game as I walk from place to place (a necessity when you don't have a car.) The game is this: Watch the cars that pass you. If three white cars pass you, that's good luck. Three black, bad luck. I probably would have stopped playing a long while ago, but one night I was waiting with a friend for his ( Read more... )

I'm actually printing out my script tomorrow. So it's done. Really, really done. And I refuse to believe it until I actually hold a tangible copy in my hand. Which I will tomorrow.

In other news, this is what else I've been up to:


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Oy.

Death. Nonexistence. Meaningless. The search for identity. Is this all there is? Loneliness. Sadness. Depression. Restlessness. Discontentment.

Someone fucking amuse/distract me!

Today I had the greatest customer ever ( Read more... )

Goodness gracious have I become predictable.

Thank God for repression.

You know, I like to make it look like I'm growing as a person. But the truth is, I'm not. I'm really, really not ( Read more... )

I want to let someone in my life again, but you have to realize-- it's hard. It's very, very hard. Even if it has been over a year ( Read more... )

Merry density = x/volume

Fried egg and cheese sandwich on a toasted bagel.

I totally just discovered a new delicacy which I can actually cook!

RIP Richard Pryor. Thanks for the laughs.