It's amazing how quickly a great day can turn shitty, or how a waste of a day of your life can turn into something you'll always remember. I hate living days that I'll never remember for anything, but today is one I'll most certainly feel 30 years from now was officially "lived", and for no special reason for anyone other than myself and maybe the ( Read more... )

Last night I gave the only girl who can take my attention away from Natalie Portman an extravegently beautiful dress, wore a handmade suit on my bike in 35 degree weather to have dinner with her in said dress, and then rode back an hour later because I'm a fucking idiot. I love how being spontaneous usually ends up with me cursing the fates with a ( Read more... )

I used to love walking at night.

There's a time when a car is cresting a hill behind you, coming toward you, when the headlights don't fall on the ground you're walking on, but they'll hit your feet when you pick them up, it looks like you're glowing.

-Owen

So I'm in love ( Read more... )

So everyone pines for vacation from work, which is a fairly interesting concept. How many times have you heard someone who is giddy with anxiousness over the fact that they don't have to work for the next two days? For the next two weeks? For the next 18 hours, even? We've all been to the point where it's all we can do TO show up for work, ( Read more... )

So, it's been a while, hasn't it? And not 'awhile', as Aaron Lewis would have you believe it to be, but a while, as in two fucking words. Just as 'a lot' is two goddamned words. Goddamned only being one word ( Read more... )

...so everyone get ready. I may actually ship these things out this year! I'm going to need addresses, though, just so that things don't show up to your apartments of two years ago. I'm contacting you individually about your addresses ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting here, feeling fairly decent after a Sunday off from work, having witnessed my beloved Bears win their seventh-straight game (that sounds so sweet!), and after a few drinks, and I can't fucking think of anything to write about. I could bitch about my problems but honestly, they're my own fault for making a stupid decision a while ( Read more... )

The last Thanksgiving of any substantial memory was the one I spent all alone in my apartment in Slumerville. I remember it vividly because of how amazingly alone I felt, and how I felt like I was missing out on spending time with my friends back in Northern NH, but at the same time felt that that loneliness was pretty cool. I was 19 and ( Read more... )

I am truly sorry to everyone who has ever known me, and even more so to the ones who still do. I am such a fuck-up, why am I even alive?

This is not a suicide note, so don't worry.

-Owen