So while I'm shitfaced and chugging water to avoid hangover, the song "Kristina she don't know I exist" comes on. There's fucking irony for you. Only 1/2000.

No, it wasn't healthy at all. As a matter of fact, I'm still working very diligently to pick up the various pieces. Arguably the most fucked up and absurd relationship I've ever had the fortune to be apart of. But, whatever. Live and learn. And you don't even have to describe the sorts of fucking crazy I had to deal with. First hand experience. But ( Read more... )

Going for night with a bizzare dream 5/5. This should be interesting.

Oh, am I bitter? You're damned straight I am. But you gotta ask yourself, what aren't I bitter about?

Note to self: Unless attempting to raise the Dread Cthulhu, never again mix orange and lemon-lime cool-aide.

In 2006 alone, four people died while eating Ritz™ crackers. Three of the deaths were attributed to allergic reactions to peanuts; the fourth was 16-year-old John Johanssenn of Missouri, who choked to death when his friends dared him to eat 15 crackers at once.

Evolution in action.

I'm a busboy. Oh the motherfucking joy.

Ray has made a huge mistake. And for once, there's no "I think" or "Maybe" bullshit.

I can't even describe how increadibly lucky I was to have Vaughan as a teacher. I just with I'd told him this before he died. He had a good funeral. I wish I got to know the cranky bastard more. "Take care of the little words, and the little words will take care of you".

RIP-Habeas Corpus
1215-2006
You will be missed.

Russell's in the Army. What the hell is happening to the world. Things are getting out of hand.