All Hope is Dead

Bring on the Apocalypse, please.

A New Hobby

I'm sitting in the coffee shop listening to other people's music.

The Faints
!!!

Damn, these are some cool albums. I'm trying to find the girl I think has these tunes, but I'm having no luck as my head sweeps back and forth. I've got to be chewing into her battery power of her laptop, and I'm sitting next to the only power outlet. This girl's got good taste in Indie music. Reminds me of my sister.

Interesting. Wouldn't have though to do this previously as I had my iPod fired up last time and hadn't discovered others out there using Bonjour.

Gotta love technology.

Valium and Klonipin

I had Valium for the first time the same day the scientist who invented it passed from this Earth.

Strange.

Been a while, sorry

If anyone actually reads this, all apologies. It's been a while. I've been making an effort at constructing my characters in my other test blog.

Alibaster Shindling is just the beginning. I'm beginning to like serial writing.

Working on getting into K-State. Working on getting my life and affairs in order. Working on being a better person, one step at a time. I've since become empowered since a certain state of events, and I'm liking where I'm headed, and what I'm becoming. Thank God.

And I don't need people calling me out of the blue and belittling me. I finally got some self-esteem, and I'm going with it. Shit, it's nice to finally live for myself, and when all that seems to happen or be discussed is my shortcomings, I don't need that. I spent most of my time avoiding phone calls because I was afraid of what I'd done or didn't do that wasn't up to snuff with the ideals of others. I don't have to worry about that anymore, and I can FUCKING BREATH because of it.

I'm going to go home, change some wash, and wash some towels. Why? Because they need to be done, not because I'm worried about not getting them done because it will make people mad.

Introducing "30 Minutes A Day"

Thirty Minutes a Day: An experiment.