What Are You Doing To Catch It?

Consider It A Strong Warning

I wish there was a job that all I had to do was watch movies, then incorporate well-timed, fitting references into anything that happens around me.

That Was Such A Bad Move

Going to make a CD called "The Sounds of Waking Up" which will showcase the wondrous groans, creaking, and stumbling around after long nights and naps. It could also go by the other name "The Sounds of Being an Ent".

Doomed to hate those I like most. Cursed to drive away those I most want near. There is no matching piece. There is no purpose. There is no place. There is empty laughter, cold heart, stagnant blood, manic mind, twisted body. But there is nothing here for something like me.

The funniest thing is that the same argument can be given about the F35. Only the F22 wasn't several billion over-budget by the time it started working. To my knowledge, the F35 still doesn't work the way it's "supposed" to.

One day, I will be like Tony Stark, and I'll have my own powered armor. One day...

I realized today I am the angriest person I know. It's amazing. It makes me wonder if everyone else is really good at blocking it out, or if they're all too fucking retarded to see the problems I see. So far, it's looking like the latter.

Even though it was four years since the breakup on Christmas Day, I can still say it'd take all my strength to not expend every round of ammunition I own into your face, you cheating, psychopathic, manipulating, pathological liar. There is no depth to my level of hatred for you, and even if I was sent to the Seventh Circle of Hell, I'd still laugh because I know you'd be in the Ninth where you belong.

Dream job right here. Saving the world from Mordo and other-dimensionly things whose mere existence would make your head explode.