Funny, ha ha.

Usually when I'm this depressed, you are the one I want to talk to.

Instead I drank whiskey & watched the Bachelor.

At least I'm consistent. Even when I'm not.

It's heartburn.

No, it isn't.

Yes, it is. You just ate pizza.

Does heartburn come with shortness of breath and severe chest pains? You know, like some sort of sharp thing? In the chest?

I don't know.

No, I did not know

that i could still get this angry.

In fact, don't bother me. I was OK for a minute, but now, what I really want more than anything in the world, now i just want to go to sleep.

So, there's that.


...Just goes to show, you should never get your hopes up about anything. Ever. Pay your bills. Wipe your feet. Don't forget to set the alarm.

"Love is all you need. Everything else is included."

Jesus.


I'm already down to 40%. My face has curled up into a severe scowl. I don't think I could relax my eyebrows if i wanted to. And, what? Now im going to do my running around like I do every night (nick, giant eagle) and go home to my apartment where all the lights are always on. except mine. i was so excited about my first baking gig, but then everyone started talking and now im annoyed.
i am happy it's cold out.

I am fine...

I would say that i'm about a "green". about a 75%.

I finished "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" yesterday. On my way in to work today, I passed a truck that was marked
"Infectious/Chemotheraputic Waste
Lake Forest, IL 60045"
I think that's a little weird.
I need a nap.

i take what i can get.

that's all it comes down to, really. no plans or hopes. no philosophy. i simply take what i can get. i am wrong most of the time.
Last night, Jack Donaghy fell in love with Salma Hayek for the same reason I fall in love with all of you. And then I think of Hubert Selby Jr and I get sad all over again.
this sure feels like the right night to burn at the Cage. after work drinks for a co-workers bday. but after that I mean. it's nice and orange in there.

well, nevermind. i had a good thing goin' but then i lost my train of thought. fred flintstone is on the tv above my head talking about breast cancer and impeachment and martyrdom.

USA 42

I think the mailman is racist. No, the mailman IS racist.

D'oh!

the inaugural batch of chocolate chip cookies is AWESOME!!!!

i was going to insert a Hitler joke here, but i think i'll just leave it alone.

Yum!

this is what i do on wednesday afternoons.

This is a picture of my ham hands, or rather, one ham hand. Last Christmas, Mari gave me a Honeybaked Ham. During that week-long holiday, I ate ham sandwiches every night. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, swollen, and have to stand in front of the fridge chugging water. They do that all the time now. I eat too much salt, I guess.

This is my neice, bitty. She looks kinda like The Joker in The Dark Knight.

hobbies are goodness.

I like learning, but I hate being taught.