I'm really too lazy...

to get married that is. I had this conversation a while ago. It's just too much work. I'm too lazy to even call my landlord even though we need to sign the last two guys on it. But really, i just wouldn't be able to get married. So much work setting up, meeting people, remembering people, inviting people, hating people. Paying for stuff, getting fatherinlaw to pay for stuff, trying suits on, making travel plans, arrangements. What kind of food will we have, honey? I dont know, just make 400 pbj sandwiches, bitch. i really dont care what those fools want to eat. i dont even like them. the only people who deserve to be at that goddamn wedding is the best man and the bride. i probably wouldnt do any work for the ceremony, so i don't think i'd really fit it. i'd just have the best man fill in. hey buddy, marry my fiancee for me. i'm going to go play frisbee.



t-rex has acheivable goals. as do i.

i want to have fun. but nobody will let me. fuck work. fuck career. fuck work. fuck you. fuck work.

i want to build something!

Other Day

I had something to post here. But it was lame. Right now I just tatoo'd Erik Sick As Fuck. He be funny.

Cinco de Drinko

Yea, I'm sorry about the absence. I wish i could post here every day, but i just forget all my good ideas most of the time. Anyway. I have something a little worthwhile.

I talk alot. Like, alot. About whatever. But especially my problems or tough decisions I have to make. I guess that makes me a complainer. I usually tell my woes to a close friend, but since i have so many, i end up telling everybody and then all that i hope to acheive goes downhill. So I decided to try something new. I am and have been in a weird period of college and I really haven't known what i wanted to do for most of this journey. Instead of taking my usual path, however, I've kept everything really secret. To the point of lying, actually. I really haven't told anybody about this, minus one special interview with Lisa. And it's been working. Just in general. Shutting up works. I want to yell and scream and talk and gab and blather on. But when i decide not to, it makes everything so much better. Torture, followed by happiness. It's a tradeoff to consider. And i wont be taking this path all the time. far from it. but i really would like to try this more often. it's yielded such great results and it can't be all bad. as for now, i'm over one big hump, and i just have another big one to go and then many small ones. but all is good for now.

sorry for being so conservative in this post, but it was kinda the moral. so there.