Finally paid the goddamned internet bill, and so now, Blaspheming With Zach is back on the air at 8:30 EST, only here, on your only station for uninterruptable streams of piffle, LJ.

No, seriously.

Firing a damn hippie this week. I will chronicle my adventures of firing the hippie here, it will be entitled Popping A Joner: The Jonah Story ( Read more... )

It was roughly at this point that I was still drunk from Porterbelly's, still dreading my 6:30 wake-up to open the store, and still lonely and misanthropic ( Read more... )

I met a girl tonight. Deirdre, from Cork. I like her a lot. Things with Emme are going, well, not as perfectly as I like. It will all end in tears, I'm pretty sure.

So I've got the day off, my last day off for about two weeks I think, and I have no idea what to do with it. I'm sitting here, listening to Rilo Kiley and putting off going to whole foods for milk and eggs, but I don't have any coffee yet and without milk none of it seems worth it. Last night ran into Julie K. She works at somerville theater now ( Read more... )

I'm off to great scotts I guess, Unless I change my mind and meet Liz at Mass Art, but I don't feel like leaving the bubble of Allbright, and I have been meaning to see 8mm Fuzz for a long ass while. So Im off.

things are really bad when you can't even be miserable anymore. I guess I cried sad once too often. Was I ever really that sad? Or did I just want the attention. Things are really bad when your self-disgust is met only by others disgust at your self-disgust, because they think it is just an act to get them to comfort you. Honestly, my self- ( Read more... )

I feel like crap. Days off always make me feel like crap. I want to get so much accomplished, and nothing ever gets done. Well, almost nothing. I got to go to the MassArt fair with meghan, and then we ate copious amounts at Legal Seafood (I would kill an entire race for a bowl of their clam chowder); and I got to hang out with my dad, which ( Read more... )

This is your fate

stolen from republic of dogs

why do strange people named david from BU IM me at 1 in the morning?

This is an LJ entry. The world doesn't revolve around me, even though I write these things about what I feel and what I go through. Just wanted to make that clear. I miss boo. I miss her dearly.