This morning... at 6:41 am... I drove to Park City and back. Truck drivers... cannot dirve... and apparently I can't spell ( Read more... )

I discovered people who obsess over the same things I do. Dreams and real coversations ensued. Enjoy ( Read more... )

I had a dream. She was there... watching me, smiling. She was all around me, forever existing and yet... she was nowhere. Untouchable. And I was at war, with monsters. I part of myself in them as they howled at me, screaming oaths and challenging me. There was blood and steel, fire and ash; and all the while, she smiled.

I've come to a NyQuilian Epiphany. Mark and I are Pinky and the Brain. Narf. You can tell which is which quite easily. One is a lump of inert matter hurtling blindly through the void of meaningless catch phrases, insane propaganda over things that don't exist.... The other... is me ( Read more... )

I'm officially Mark's roommate. Go me. This now means I need to go move my junk to Mark's. I have no idea where the Lovesac will go. Maybe under the window ( Read more... )

Z: It’s a Mad House! A Mad ( Read more... )

Only 16. *controls hisself*


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I had a post...but I'm retarded and hit the wrong button. SO I'm just going to leave you with the image of a naked nick riding a mechanical bull.

Name = Brandon William Lambert ( Read more... )

I seem to be having an 'off' day. Everything is normal, and yet not. I can't seem to get a good bead on things; thoughts drift away, hand-eye coordination is subtly off, and I can't seem to focus... I feel non-linear. I finally fully understand what Mark was talking about all those months ago. I feel very obscure. Maybe another attempt to play pool ( Read more... )