I stole you fig newtons

they were delicious, and I am not sorry

Being a writer kindof ruins literature for you. You read something and you pick out things you would have don differently or things you don't like rather than actually enjoying the story like you used to. You sit there and say, "nice use of parallel structure." or, "he exposed that too quickly, it screwed up the rhythm." Instead of just going, "aww, how sweet that George and Aurora got together at the end and everybody forgot about the dragon." And then you write something yourself, and because you are human, you think it is terrible. Or you read something great and get all insecure because you could never write that yourself.

At least that's how I look at it.

I was involved in a head on collision with a Jeep two days ago on my bicycle in a UNCW parking lot. I flew off my bike, clearing the jeep entirely. I landed on my knees, and they are a-hurtin'. My bike is trashed now. Front wheel, handle bars, shifters, fork, brake handles, front brake clamp, seat, and seat post are all ruined. Lookin' at maybe converting that bike into a hybrid since all i have now is the frame, back tire, and crankset. And those sweet, sweet pedals. Second brush with death in two months.

Jesus.

Oh God

Let's just say that a lot of people should be happy right now that I can't decide what hell will be like when they get there.

I am tired, but my bills are getting paid, so I can't complain. I really don't have a lot to say today, but am tired of the incompetence running rampant where I work. Oh God, everybody there pretty much sucks at their job and it makes mine harder. and I get paid less than everybode else there. Hoop hoop. There are a couple of people who do not suck, but I don't ususally get to work with them.

Two reccommendations: Fool on The Hill by Matt Ruff (a novel) and "Sittin' at a Bar" by Rehab (a song)

That'll do, reader

Giggling behind the dumpster with Jesus

'Cause it's funny.

I was strangled. That, I believe, is what caused a lot of what happened the other night. (see previous blog) I remember being terrified of dying during the night and I am now constantly afraid of my own mortality. Somebody strangled me to try to make me pass out so that I would stop yelling at him in French, then I broke in to his neighbor's apartment and got shit-kicked. And, it will cost about $3,500 by the end of it all. Hoo-rah!

I am also pretty terrified of the fact that North Korea has, in all likelyhood, a nuke pointed at the United States. Not that I don't think the US needs a spanking, but a lot of people will die from that. Possibly me and everyone I love. Possibly Christopher Walken. And if they do launch a missile, I fear the impending war that will follow. I don't think North Korea will have to stand alone against the US, but I fear that the US will end up fighing North Korea on it's own. Oh... it's a good time to start therapy.

On a lighter note, I've lost almost twenty pounds since April and am, for the first time in three years, under 200 pounds. Get it, lighter note? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Watch out for the kwoozyface.