napalmchicken

The community theater production I was involved with has just finished, so now I must have all sorts of free time, right? Ha! No free time for you! I'm not complaining though, 'cuz even with all the stuff I'm working on right now it still all feels much less hectic.

Dave came up to me last night and tried to say he might not get...
Read More

Tired. In moments of boredom and desperation I volunteer for anything that might get me out of the house, make me feel like I belong somewhere, and by the time I come around to my senses it's too late to back out without letting people down who are counting on me. I just need to learn to say no to some of these things.

The...
Read More

I have nothing really to say at the moment than I really love this time of year. It just seems like there's something unique and beautiful in the air. This is the only time of the year where I wish I didn't sleep during the day.

I feel myself opening up to a select few people and it scares the shit out of me. Aren't they just going to fuck me in the ass at the end just like everyone else? I know they won't, because they are afraid of the same thing from me, so in out mutual mistrust of each other we find a reason to trust each other....
Read More

Haven't been on the site for a while, so I haven't posted a journal. No one ever reads it anyway, so I guess it's more for myself.

Been reading Lily's journal recently. It makes me very sad, not because of the pain she so often conveys, but because I am so jealous of her freedom. It often seems that that freedom comes at a price,...
Read More

I've neglected the journal for awhile do to extreme busyness (is that even a word?). Things have been frustrating lately, though, so here I vent:

I've tried very hard to be a nice guy in my life, but this usually ends up leading to me being walked on. Lately I've been working hard to stand up for myself, though, and this just leads to people...
Read More

I would just like to say that I hate my job. Lawn mower blade straightening is not the super-interesting profession that the public is led to believe.

Blah, can't sleep again. And everytime I try feel like there's something else I should be doing with my time.

My mind is not in a good place at the moment. There's lots of dark, pseudo-psychadelic thoughts running through it. Last night I commented to my mother that in the light of the street lamps my blood would look black if I bashed my head...
Read More

I've never done one of these journal thingies before, so this is new to me.

Just finished the second draft of my latest story, so that's about ready to send out for the first round of rejection letters.

Working on a comic book, too, but that's going to be much tougher since I can't draw worth a shit anymore. Too long without practice, I guess.