January 2005 Archives

there is no universal symbolism.

there is no master solution, no overall answer.

context.
context.
context.
situational.

you've climbed to the top of the mountain, and i'm the wise old man sitting on the peak.

Happy Birthday, Ayn Rand.

Fuck you for being an uber-bitch. Fuck you for arming every flatulent, middle-of-the-road, mediocre twat with the ammunition to use against your brilliance.

On your birthday, Ayn, go ahead and stay dead.

But baby, thank you for the words and the ideas.

I have just beaten you at Pong.

I hope this is not a representative sample. I hope it will not be possible to extrapolate accurately from this data.

Surely this is merely an anomaly. Surely this is the high tail of the curve, not a median.

Bizarro days, bizarro nights. Super highs, super lows. It's all spikes and valleys. Mountain tops and sea trenches.

There is unprecedented activity on my seismic chart. And still no sleep.

If nothing else, I most certainly have extended my personal boundaries. I have stretched into a bigger person. And I was already pretty fucking big.

mildewin'.

I've got stars in my beard, and I feel real weird. That is why now, for the very first time anywhere, I reveal to you the origin of one of my online identities.

Even this is true.

So here are the lyrics to the song that gave birth to the slider:

but you're not interested, so i won't tell you.

what i can tell you is that i miss my music.
and that i need a new vehicle.
and that i'm buying a house.
and that sometimes i'm so lonely i could catch fire.
and that the only person who could cure this loneliness is both right beside me and a million miles away.
and that i'm really proud of myself.
and that as many things have changed in the last six months, even more are going to change in the coming months.

oh, and i need to take the trash out.

I'd really bloody appreciate it.

My brain is tired. Tired, tired, tired!

I cannot believe it. I simply cannot believe it.

Wonderfulness, glee, joy, impatience, glee, impatience, oh my god!, joy, and impatience and glee!

you've waited a long time for just a peek. i give it to you now.

this day, january 13, is important for me.
one of the more important days of my life.

this day will show me how my life will be for the next several years.

i'm about to make a huge, ginormous, direction-shifting, root-uplifting change...i'm on the verge, the very tippy verge. and the answer comes today.

and I'm scared.

i wish i didn't have to go through this alone.

i need your strength to see me through this.

I'm a hungry hungry hippo tonight.

All I'm asking for is contact.

Not contact paper. No, I need no contact paper.
Not contact lenses.
Not a contract.
Not even a contraction.

Contact.

It's easy.

Just dial my number.
Or my other number.
Or send an email.
Or send me a letter to my mailbox.
Or come knock on my door.

Don't just walk away without an explanation.

Here are some tidbits for you:

I've resolved to keep using tobacco this year. It will be difficult, but with a little willpower I hope to be successful.

The volcano erupted this weekend. It was unfun. Doubleplus unfun.

If you're thinking of ordering the Grilled Rosemary Chicken at Red Lobster, don't.

Two months ago I bought some new Lysol All-Purpose Cleaner. It rocked. Then, one week later, I lost it. Nowhere to be found. Yesterday I found it behind my bedroom door along with a can of Pledge. - eerie -

One of my cats has urinated on the carpet in my office. The smell...won't...go away. I've spot cleaned the carpet and used half a bottle of Febreze. Still. There. Hooray!

My Halo 2 disc is fucked up. After the 10th level, I get an error that says the disc can't be read. I've not taken the disc out of the xbox since I bought it, so it can't be scratched. This is frustrating.

I left the house today without taking a shower. Unbelievable!

I've never played hopscotch, and I ate macaroni for dinner.

Correct. Since June, the number of unique visitors to this site each month has tripled. It's because...

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