A mind brimming with detritus, a blinking cursor in a blinding white void, and a song playing in the background - that's how every entry begins. It's just a matter of decribing said garbage in hopes that it turns into something enjoyable to read. For this one, I was thinking about where I fall on the politcal spectrum. Annoyingly, I thought of Venn ( Read more... )

He sits alone in the dark with his arms around his legs. He knows life is a series of choices, and he retraces his with an almost scathing scrutiny. What would a flowchart of his life look like? He assumes others would see his choices as unorthodox, bizarre, even insane. He only wishes he had time to keep choosing the wild side, to keep traveling ( Read more... )

It is no secret that I have a dystopian outlook on humanity's future. My views and attitude made me unpopular in my youth, so I learned to obfuscate negativity behind a veil of logic and humor. I opted to try and enjoy the life I was given because despite the multitude of awful things my species does, there exists plenty to suckle and enjoy. I ( Read more... )

I will start this one just like the good old days with a strong, low-quality drink at 5 o'clock in the goddamn morning: Jim Beam from a plastic pint and Coke with no ice. At least the Coke is cold. I shiver as the mixture cascades down my throat and into my vapid stomach. At least it will get to work quickly so I can finish this and get to sleep ( Read more... )

She texted me "I love you" earlier. Unexpected, but welcome words ( Read more... )

I have been in a storm since November, and I've finally been struck by a dazzling bolt of happiness ( Read more... )

I remember when I visited Live Journal several times a week, eager to spill my emotions into cyberspace for myself and my friends to read. I used to be good at it too, and I enjoyed it. But times are different now. I'm older and I've taken a lot of damage in my years, which has led to an epic-level tolerance for emotional torment. Beyond that my ( Read more... )

I expected to live in my current apartment for at least two years. Then Kayla bailed and I wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out here. Corvallis is nice, but not nice enough for its price tag, justified only by the presence of OSU. But I am no longer a college student. I am an adventurer, and I am happy to say I have reached the end of my ( Read more... )

She entered my life like a freight train. The feelings were loud and powerful, and I welcomed them. She is my Oregon girl from the other side, my pale moon. We fought tooth and nail for each other until we won ( Read more... )

When I was in a healthy relationship I forgot how hard it is to find one. Now that I'm back on the market and arguably lonely, I'm rediscovering the complex nature of human behavior, particularly between men and women. I get to play the game that I missed while I was dating Kayla, but the grass is always greener on the other side, yeah ( Read more... )