im in san francisco.

so far the trip is awesome. i love my friends, i love hardcore, and i love america.



things are getting interesting.





fuck work, i want to do this forever.

dear mother abigail

we are coming to see you.

go west, young man.

indeed i shall.

i dont want much.

really, i dont.

on and on and on and on

and on and on and on and on






here's to hoping i dont disappoint.

of all the great inventions constructed from the unstoppable molecule

it's like this:


i don't usually care how i sound, because i've come to terms with how much i sound like an asshole. but sometimes, my voice becomes an idiot thing, jabbering in my ear, and i'm helpless to keep it from running in circles, apparently with a will of it's own. and you say things that make you think 'why the fuck am i saying this?' and you're digging yourself deeper and making yourself look like a spectacular asshole.



i feel like the characters in 'the stand' upon realizing that everything that caused ruin was still lying around out there, just waiting to be picked up and set to task to yet again do mischief and mayhem.

the burned hand teaches best.

and apparently i've learned nothing. i'd thought that the monotonous landscape of that dreadful land that is No Prospects had become something pleasant to gaze upon. in the past few days, i've realized the rocky and upheaval ridden land of Maybe has it's pluses as well.

i spent most of my day at work today looking at my phone and being charmed against my will.

i spent most of my day period looking at my phone and being charmed against my will.


i'm usually the one who gets wrecked.

what?!

dammit!

yeahhhhhh

i kinda wanna die.


district 9 looks like it's going to rule. what a great summer for movies.


two weeks from now, hopefully ill be in chicago. until then, suffer. survive.


fuck my job, and fuck stupid people.


edit: on the plus side, i spent my day off yesterday hanging out with my grandfather. it was one of the best days in recent memory.

yeahhhhhh

i kinda wanna die.


district 9 looks like it's going to rule. what a great summer for movies.


two weeks from now, hopefully ill be in chicago. until then, suffer. survive.


fuck my job, and fuck stupid people.

pizza overload.

love it.


summer time is also awesome. three weeks from now, the journey truly begins.


i hate the people that call my office.