Oh gosh.
It’s weird how things creep up on you. It’s weird the things you can’t get over. People are strange. I’m strange.
You know, I interact with a child molester on a day-to-day basis. He raped his little sister. Twice. She wasn’t the only victim, just the most tragic, at […]

Birthdays are quite glorious. That is, when you’re still young, I suppose. The gifts are lovely and now I get to feel like one of the cool kids because I finally got a phone and it’s not the gay ass ugly one that my parents own. I feel so….cool?
Meh, so I’ve been told that the point […]

I don’t want to talk to you today.
Music O’ The Week:
dismarum - Liz Phair, Poe
jane - B-52’s, The Cardigans, The Corrs
(I’m busting out my mid/late-90’s alternachick rock, as is jane. Watch out.)

ATTENTION:
TOMORROW, JANUARY 23rd, IS FLINT’S BIRTHDAY. Click here to email her Happy Birthday wishes.
Now.
I need a Mag-Lite.
Gr. Argh. We should be more active here at ol’ TD. We should officially Get Our Act Together™ and do all the things we’ve been meaning to do. Alas, we’re busy folk.
I’ve been promising myself I’ll write on here […]

Dear Future Self,
Stop being so fucking afraid of everything that might positively influence you. I know you’re scared of messing up things, but you’ll never know if you don’t make that initial jump. Jeez. Get some fucking common sense.
Love,
Your Past Self

You know, I may usually view Wal-Mart as the Great and Terrible Evil, but sometimes…sometimes…it has stuff going for it. Namely the 24 hour thing.
Ignore the tired look; I just got off of work. Not at Wal-Mart. At the mental institution. But hey, it might as well be the same thing. […]

Peace, love, and dry erase boards.

I can’t sleep.

It’s because I blink too much that I’ll never be able to make it as a writer. It’s a logical train of thought, actually. (Have I written about this before on here? I think I have. Oh well. I’d scan the archives, perhaps, but I blink too much and it’d take too long.)
I blink too […]

I had some big long rant about all the crappy things that happened to me in ‘06 and why ‘07 should probably be a better year considering I hope not to get urinated on or see some girl pull actual chunks of muscle out of her stomach and fling them at people. However, I’m […]