Note to Concerned Readers (AKA my mother): None of the following events actually happened. I am only trying to prove a point. Thanks. Oh, and I lost all my contact lenses except for one, so do you think you could schedule an appointment with the opthamologist? Maybe during thanksgiving break, or the weekend before that when I'm going to that ( Read more... )

I walked into collegetown bagels the other day and, like every other day, I said, "Dave, I'll have the usual." He then turned to me and gave his usual response, "I'm not Dave, and who the fuck are you ( Read more... )

Note to self: Ripping out your heart just because it's tied to your enemy's chakra isn't the best idea in the world. You may think that it is... but it really isn't.

I'll write something soon.

( A Punk Manifesto, by Greg Graffin )

Hello, my name is Chris, and I am a loveaholic ( Read more... )

I love a good Pita -- almost as much as I love a first conversation with somebody I've never met. It's got everything I could ask for: meat, cheese, tomatoes, black olives, and... pitaBut recently, I had a rather disheartening Pita experience. Spirits were high, as I was readying my mind for fall break, and stomachs were empty, as I had not filled ( Read more... )

Just another reminder of my partial insanity...

Some of the times I feel most alive is completely in the dark at 5:30 on a school night, writing on whatever philosophy my mind happens to stumble upon.

Why can't I wake up in the morning to that same feeling of life enjoyment? I don't know. Perhaps some sleep-related drugs are necessary.

At my school, there is a lost art that no anthropology student alone could revive. The lost art... of rock and roll ( Read more... )

I'm tired of being terrorized. Day in and day out, I check the terror alert level. Nice warm orange or cold damp blue? Blue!? Dammit!!! Prepare for war ( Read more... )

As I was out and about yesterday, I walked past a drunk guy. Well, I walked past many drunk guys, but this guy was special ( Read more... )