menulis

certain people are cool-as-shit, even though they own nuggets.

Yesterday was odd, from Cat emailing me for coffee to odd characters at work and beyond.

Tonight won't be much fun, however. Urgh.

still

ocean = life

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christ. you know what, i don't like knowing things. something is going to happen, and oh yes it will be soon, and shit will hit the fan people.

am i paranoid? maybe. I remember reading this a while ago, thinking that i could smell it coming, but maybe it's not that bad. then he had a good point, even if you ignore all the gnostic implications. this is just one issue though. too many more to list on here, and frankly, i don't even want to. i'll get slandered left and right about it, and moreso than that, i don't want to be depressed about it all. and moreso, this something i elude to, it's not even about that. something worse. hrm.

i need a beer or twelve.

maybe i will move to portland after all...