Looking at the journals of various LJ friends, I suddenly became very sad. Many of them haven't had any sort of entry since 2006 or earlier. Really, this shouldn't make me sad in and of itself; people are still alive and doing things, they just aren't taking the time to write about them in excruciating detail. Still, I can't help but feel both this ( Read more... )

It is only by a very particular set of circumstances that I am putting this into LiveJournal. As you can see, I haven't touched this thing for months. I really wanted to talk to someone from Austin, but no one close to me being available, I decided to write something for LJ. Here are some pertinent observations ( Read more... )

Is it strange that the word Truth has been stuck in my head? It keeps coming back to me, both randomly and in certain situations. Sometimes I feel like I know certain truths--very plainly, in fact. Of course, when I don't know the truth, I don't usually even know that I don't know it. Sometimes it feels like I am getting hit over the head with a ( Read more... )

The world is full of constant, screaming truth. We'd find it everywhere, if we cared to look. I'll be faced with sign, after sign, after sign, and I still won't act in a way consistent with what the truth is screaming at me. Interestingly ,this is sometimes regarded as the definition of insanity. By the definition that insanity is doing the same ( Read more... )

I LOVE DENISE!!!! I WANT TO HAVE HER BABIES! RAAAWR

Well my laptop battery is fixing to die in 8 minutes so I gotta make this quick. I am in New Orleans visiting family, which is not as fun as it sounds. I have been here many times before and seen most of the sites, but the bigger problems are that I am stuck in the suburbs of New Orleans and tethered to my family for most any sort of transportation ( Read more... )

I'm unhappy. After visiting two gay bars in a weekend, the first gay bars of my life, I have decided that none of it is my scene. I can have moments of fun, but none of it leaves me particularly happy or fufilled, just unjusitifiably poorer. I like to dance and all of that, but I'd rather do that at a party, and all I can think of when I go in is ( Read more... )

How internet-age is it that I just heard a commercial refer to a person with the initials LJ and my thought process is, "What about Live Journal? Oh, not livejournal...I should write a Live Journal entry." I have come solidly to the conclusion that I can never ever ever live in an apartment by myself. I lose it and go crazy and do things like watch ( Read more... )

Everyone is in control of their own lives, and even if that control is a delusion, to accept it as such is only to place the blame for the consequences of one's actions on someone else.

I always end up taking responsibility for everyone else, when what I really need is someone who will take responsibility for me.

Cuisines available within five minutes of my apartment ( Read more... )