Back. Maybe.

Check out my new journal. It's all old crap right now, but I'll be updating a good bit with fresh material.

Please, Joseph, don't let me come back.

I just watched Wedding Crashers and realized that if my life was that movie, Earl would be Owen Wilson and I'd be Vince Vaughn. I hate Earl.

"I hope you flip your bike over and knock your two front teeth out! You selfish son of a bitch! You leave me in the trenches taking grenades, John!" -Jeremy Grey ( Vince Vaughn's character in The Wedding Crashers)

I don't know about you guys, but in my social life text messaging has eradicated random emails. It's funny that I'm at an age where I can miss the intimacy of an electronic letter. Bring the emails back!

...I'm somewhere between And All That Could Have Been and The Wretched, and I'm leaning towards Happiness In Slavery.

Ah! I forgot how this feels. There are reminders everywhere! Shut up! I can be depressed if I want!

"Hell isn't a place where you go if you aren't a christian/Hell is the failure of your life's greatest ambition." -Immortal Technique

I started writing a journal that documened all of my manied flaws, but I had a phone conversation that indirectly convinced me not to post it. Fuck my life right now, but it shall get better, because of or despite my actions. Represent!

False alarm. It turns out my living room isn't haunted.

Bad day.

You don't have tits and no one comments. It's awful!

In other news: Ouch, my head.

I just want some nice quiet calm time. That's it. Oh, and to not be in debt so badly that I would declare bankruptcy at 24 if they didn't change those pesky laws and make it harder for me to do. That would make the nice quiet calm time better. Running away to another country looks better and better. Wish I had a passport and a marketable job skill.

Apparently I'm getting older. This is maybe my 21st day in a row of being quite drunk, and it's beginning to take a bit of a toll. I remember a time when I had to count a few months back to get to a sober day, but I've had at least on sober day a week lately. At least my skin isn't turning yellow.

Two years. Big ups, Brad and Richburg. You are two crazy fucks that will be missed.

I'm a little confused. Apparently I am single again. I actually got the line "It's not you, it's me." That's a first.

I saw a blurb on Myspace that Tom Green is hosting his own TV show online. Wouldn't that be an internet show? I mean, wouldn't the show NOT being on television enough to make it NOT a television show?

Edit: Livejournal doesn't recognize Myspace as a word. A little jealous, maybe?

This has been a fairly productive day for me. So far, I've gained a new favorite oxymoron and a new favorite diplomat.

The oxymoron, atheistic theology, comes from a New York Times editorial written by Sam Brownback, one of many senators who raised their hands when asked who doesn't believe in evolution.

The diplomat is Sudan's ambassador to the United States, John Ukec Lueth Ukec. Along with the continued denial of a genocide in Darfur, Ambassador Ukec today threatened to stop production of gum arabic in his country. Gum arabic is a key ingredient in American Coca-Cola, and Am. Ukec had a bottle in hand to demonstrate his power.

I should start using Twitter. I just realized that my last six posts were two lines or less.

I should start posting when I am sober.