Another post!

Well, I'm nowfucking smashed. White wine, you decive me. Unlike your red cousin, I don't get sick after too many bottles of you. Unfortunately, I do get drunk off my ass without really realizing it. I mean, it's wine. It's not supposed to get you drunk.

Fuck, I really need something to believe in. Since I'm really hammed, we'll be very open in this post.

I've got no direction at all. I'm 20 years old, and by this point, all I can think is "Well, what next?". I mean, I've done absolutely nothing thus far in my life. I haven't changed much of anything for anyone, and I guess I just don't see a point beyond this. So, you get older, you finish school, you do.... what? Work at a shitty dead end job for the rest of your life?

I dunno. I'm clever enough to get what I want from life, I know this, and lots of stupid sheep tell me the same, but I just don't get what I'm supposed to be after. I mean yeah, there's post-secondary, there's growing old, there's all that shit. But is it all like this? Seriously?

It's days like this I sympathize with the suicides. I just don't get it, I guess. I don't get people at all, you can all be so shitty to eachother, you can go through your whole life without even thinking about it, etc. etc. etc. I'm too drunk to explain properly I guess. I just don't get it, and that's brutally depressing. Oh well. Lindsay's coming over soon to take me to the bank, and that'll hopefully take my mind off all this shite.


People keep on saying that I'm going somewhere, tried to buy a map to show me how to get there, now. But they said they'd run out.

Lit cigarette I couldn't smoke, wound the clock until it broke, went to bed, then took a shower, played the T.V. for an hour, did the dishes, made my bed, read a book I've never read...


Stimulants are officially still my least favorite drug. You run around and around and around and you're still fucking bored.

On the plus side, these things are supposed to clear your sinuses, and I gotta say, my nose feels fucking great. Insomuch as noses can.

...It's not like I'm recommending it though.

I got a letter today, announcing that I a finalist for half a million dollars in the Reader's Digest sweepsteaks. According to the letter, only two percent of Canadians are selected for it, and most of them don't bother to reply, giving me a good shot at winning. According to the letter.

I'm not too excited, since I'm one of those people who they describe as thinking "no one ever wins those".

I just wonder why they wouldn't pick someone who's actually got a subscription to their magazine.

Oh hey, I forgot, I have fish on here. That tripped me out a little.

Alex asked if I moved to PG. Chuckle.

Then she asked if my Facebook status was a quote from her.

The only logical response would be "Well, since it's been like two months since we've talked, I think it's safe to say it isn't, and though I'm not moving to PG, I probably wouldn't have told you anyway, for pretty much those same reasons."

Instead, I'm gonna say nothing, cause she'd take that the wrong way, methinks.

That's pretty much the only reason I'd have trouble moving. Everyone I never, ever talk to anymore seems to regularly assure me they'd be offended if I didn't go to the end of the world to track them down and tell them I'm leaving. If you and I never speak, you never answer your phone, whatever, then I really fail to see the issue.

Oh well. Things that make sense to me never seem to make sense to anyone else, anyway.

We kiss the stars, we writhe, we are...

I don't know why so many people seem to think Static-X and Naruto go hand in hand.


Just wanted to put another one up. No idea why I'm listening to them so much before bed lately.



Just realized the first one skips half the song. What the fuck is up with wimpy little anime loving puss boys and static x? You should be out listening to Kraftwerk or something.

Writhe is possibly one of my favorite works.