Category Archives: Personal Post

Trying to get a job. And yet, Simpsons. Beckons me to it’s intellectual sponge. A very dry sponge. It saps my mind juices. Just finished drafting the letter to my godfather. Working at World of Sports wouldn’t be too bad. … Continue reading →

So tired. Went to Shawn’s place to break today. First time in ages. Hurt like fucking hell. Now. I’m back in my roost. Watching Star Wars again. Chilling. Going to read Brisingr later. And thank god. There aren’t any residual … Continue reading →

It’s. Just, so sad. How human life is dicated by the nimble whims and fancies of mere tremulous emotion. When logic and reason, so highly prized, becomes overwritten as easily as a palimpsestic aesthetic piece. Easily. Very, very easily. And … Continue reading →

This is my 90th post. Well, actually this doesn’t count. ‘Cause i imported all my other posts over from Blogger. Lots of poems i’ve written that i’ve never read. Ha. Bored. Few more hours, and i’m free. Hopefully, within these … Continue reading →

It’s going to start to burn. Soon. I see smoke coming out of my ears. Really black smoke. There goes my brain, or what’s left of it.

My J-ones are home. In failure, from what i hear. Only a few girls might be considered having performed well, the guys an utter failure. Log Head came home earlier than the rest, rumored to have given up either because … Continue reading →

this… is my third post today. i guess i have a lot more to say than previously assumed. I miss doing ropes. I miss the feel of the harness, the snap of the carabiner. the subtle bite of the rope … Continue reading →

Anger isn’t the right way to go. Feeling frustrated doesn’t cut it. Typing those two sentences made me feel better. Now the experiment continues, or not. It might already have ended. If it did, i made a very bare success … Continue reading →

Enjoying the first scent of freedom. Boy, it smells good. Watching repeats of Simpsons online. Good stuff. Makes me want to laugh. Still studying Literature in between my waking hours. When i’m in the deepest levels of a hypnogogic state. … Continue reading →