Seriously, no.

One more or less doesn't matter very much.

I need to be more productive with the extra, or the less.

I don't do this whole drunken Livejournal post thing very well, but I'd thought that maybe I'd give it a whirl considering the fact that I am drinking a beer alone on a Friday night well past the appropriate hour for sleeping ( Read more... )

Watch this shit:

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Pretty amazing, great song, sexy voice, disturbing videography, what else could be better?

I spent an hour last night making a schedule for my thesis. I figure if I have a schedule than nothing can derail me, I will be working working working like a little busy bee ( Read more... )

I just got hit on my a clown.
an anarchist clown.
wait for it...his name is dingo.
A very large part of me is tempted to call him and hang out in the "clown house"

Blah blah blah _new house_.
Blah blah blah _San Fransisco_.
Blah blah blah _Thesis_.
Blah.

"If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity."
-Baudrillard

So there's this fucking steel plate on the street outside of my window.
The crazies are out until about 2 am each morning.
They start construction at 7 am every morning.
Now, I'm a fairly heavy sleeper, these things don't bother me.
Why can't I rest anymore?

Yesterday I learned how to make ballon animals.
Bubbles and David Bowie day is going to happen this year, at least for me.
I've decided that I like reality.
I've missed that.