I don't write on this site much anymore and sadly, it's mostly due to the fact that I only have a couple of people who are still haunting its corpse and I just don't want to deal with their bullshit.
Having a conversation right now about people who were a part of your (the empirical sense of the term) life when you were younger, who you spent hours talking to, nights exposing your inner soul and p
The subject format, where I select which type of rant that I'm posting, strikes me as odd now. I used to rant about specific topics because I had a regular audience that I always needed to please.
The kid is watching "Glee" in the background. I tried watching a little of the show and found myself to be intolerant to its apparently otherwise universal charms.
Mondays mean that I'm in the mall with my guys. And since it's post 10/31, it means I get to hear Xmas music already. Which gets stuck in my head, I won't lie.
I'm rolling on Xanax and a Monster energy drink right now, high on the female empowerment lyrics of Kelly Clarkson, which have been burned into my brain after playing her latest disc "Stronger" on rep
While I know a good number of people who vocalize loudly that they do not dream or at the very least concede to the fact that they don't remember their dreams if they're indeed having them, I dream a
So, I promised that I was going to be writing something once a week and since my previous post was the previous Friday, I guess I missed that deadline by a pinch.
I hate Japanese tourists. I was trying to think of a way to write a piece about how I hate having my picture taken by someone other than myself but found myself stuck for an opener.
When it starts to get humid and stiflingly hot, even into the evenings, I become one weird and restless little duckie. I have never slept well in my life to begin with.
