neverforever

I used to think that people who killed themselves were reincarnated as trees to learn a little serenity and patience. But I don't anymore.

Mitch Hedberg SUCKED. God DAMN was that a bad show. Stephen Lynch was a lot of fun, though. I ended up shirtless at one point during the show. Twice, actually. But it's ok, as DodRaibeid was without his as well. Then I got all maudlin at the bar and cried. Cried at the bar. What a tool. Ah well. You would cry too if it happened to you.

I made out with someone I shouldn't have last night. No, no, don't worry. It wasn't Liz. But I still shouldn't have done it. Now I owe someone flowers. Hopefully it'll make up for what I did. The card says 'sorry I'm a big old asshole'. I figure that should about do it.

I saw Sideways the other night. Good flick. I would recommend checking it out.

Now that I've broken the proverbial seal on my kissing celibacy I've reawakened the monster inside. I want more. Interested in stealing some smooches? Let me know. I, in all of my characteristic modesty, must say that I'm pretty good at it. I don't know that I want to do much fucking, but I believe I may be entering a kiss/cuddle slut phase. Wheeeee.

I've come to a sort of revelation. I'm going to kill myself. Not today or even within the next 30 years most likely, so don't go getting all worried and calling an ambulance on me. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Lots and lots and lots left to do first. But when I go, that's going to be how. It's not a depressing thought. Just something that I know.