19 February 2010

Warriors fall.

My power is as vast as the plains, my strength is that of mountains. Each wave that crashes upon the shore thunders like blood in my veins.

Well, how do I follow that act? I believe that warriors in our culture have been outcast, mainly because they can't type.


I can't see straight. So I guess I lose. How far the warrior has fallen.

13 February 2010

What the shit.

This was taken roughly 2 minutes before I changed into a vampire demon werewolf sleeping drunk guy. I'm not even sure when this was taken, but it expresses my current emotion nicely.

The worst thing for me is seeing / hearing / experiencing shit that doesn't make any sense. I may have a temper, I may be rash at times, and I may even be slightly mentally imbalanced, but one thing I also am is, when lucid at least, logical. If you don't have any money, you don't go out and go nuts. If you have a shitty job, you look for another. I just get really frustrated when things get complicated and illogical at the same time.

This may be a major weakness, since the majority of my life is spent trying to fix the very situations that make me want to go all USPS on people.

I am about the easiest person to entertain ever, as well. I don't even really require light, I like indoors, halfway decent food, and a drink now and again. The internet, and decent conversation, as well as a good book and some good electronic music will win out over heavily social interactions any day, which also adds whip cream to the fury cake I am eating when a larger group of people make fools of themselves in general. I have cultivated a reputation in my circles as the crazy tough guy who will try to rip the lips off a rhino. Is that who I am? Maybe sometimes, but mainly I just want some peace, quiet, and simplicity. Is that too much to ask?

I am quite afraid to think that it just might be too much for me to ask for.

Bummer.