amitabha

I really wonder sometimes if you'll ever get tired of the same routine; working till the weekend, then drinking. It seems like such a sad excuse for life, and I think you take things for granted. I am inspired by your lack of inspiration.

My biggest fear is waking up one day and realizing I'm mediocre, and this is the single thought that drives me.

I live an undercover life. It's always interesting to me how people assume so much about each other. If I don't say anything, people assume we are the same. I was walking down the street the other day with two people who were discussing "crazy liberals" who think the best thing for the world would be the extinction of the human race, and how they should do the world a favor and kill themselves. I found the whole conversation amusing because I am one of those crazy liberals. We are a plague on this earth, and while I find it counter-productive to kill myself to save what we trash, a big reason I got a vasectomy is because I don't want to contribute to a species I'm ashamed to associate myself with.

I was originally just going to update with some silly pictures, but I'm sick of censoring my own thoughts.

And now, here are the silly pictures from the 80s workout party I went to this weekend: