Life Is Pain, Highness. Anyone Else Who Says Differently Is Selling Something.

Favorite thing to do with spammers who pop up in my chat: Try to have a regular conversation and see how long it takes for them to get pushy. So far, I only average about four exchanges before these fuckers start talking about sex.

Always manage to forget this word describing me despite it being incredibly accurate.

I think the day when everything comes together and I finally know my happiness will be the day Death takes me. Some of us just weren't lucky enough to be born for happy lives.

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".

Maybe it's because I was sick today, but my confusion between a couple coworkers came out as racist, apparently. I'm at my desk, there's a little cabinet behind me and slightly off to the right. I turn to my left and see a pair of shoes attached to some legs out of the corner of my eye, but that's it. Now, in my mind the only person who could be sitting there was the same coworker who always sits there. I turn back to my desk, then turn around fully a minute later: It's not the coworker I thought. I must have looked really confused because they looked at me weird. I said I mixed up the coworker behind me with the other one (who was sitting a bit further away). It was like when you don't put your keys in the same spot just one time, and you completely forget where you put them. I'm also a bit slow... Now, they may have been kidding with me when I told them why I got really confused, but I got the feeling they seriously thought I was being racist. I hate it when people even joke about that kind of thing with me. It's not really funny. They're both awesome, and I like them; but, I will feel pretty bad if getting mixed up made that impression....

I don't know who this Max Fill guy is, but that fucker needs to stop putting limits on my bottles.

People keep telling me 27 isn't old. Why is it I look and move like I'm so much older than they are?

Consider It A Strong Warning

Person: I hate you!

*Me thinking* : Okay, but never as much as I hate myself.

Why can't my sleep problems lead to this?