So. Several things have changed in the week or so it's been since my last post that wasn't primarily a Scary-Crayon notice. (By the way, the one-year anniversary is tomorrow! STAY TUNED!) Wednesday was my last official day of work at the community college, so now I'm back down to one part-time job for the time being. Mixed feelings about that -- yeah, I did like a few of the people with whom I worked there, and the job certainly paid more than the bookstore job (and was a little less infuriating, in part for that reason), but at the same time I can use the extra time I'll have to start getting some things in order. Not having to wake up at 5AM or ride public transportation will be nice too. So yeah, I'll have less money (a lot less money, actually) but more time to relax. (more...)

So I said to my highly attractive co-worker, "Yeah, I think I'd like to be cremated too. I don't know about having my ashes spread over green fields and the ocean and whatnot, though. I think I'd rather be kept in an urn or something, but with a curse put on it so that I could return if certain conditions were fulfilled. For instance: If it snowed on two dragonflies mating in a bush, I could come back and do, uh, nasty things to people."
I presently have the urge to cut myself to ribbons, get drunk, smash up a bunch of glass and shit, and shave off my hair and eyebrows. And then pass out. Someone please rescue me from my life. Thanks.
Given the current state of my life, I'm leaning towards mylifesucks.com or whygodwhydoyouhateme.com for the personal domain name. Actually, I'm surprised nobody's taken that first one. Maybe they were saving it for me? Because my life really does suck. Fucking hell. (more...)
Man, I am tired!
Seriously, tired!
I can't wait to get back
to my room and take a nap
once I get the DVDs off my bed.
In other news, I started reading a collection of Washington Irving short stories yesterday -- pretty good stuff! (Though not half as engaging as Kafka or Hawthorne.) What I find most interesting, though, is the popularity of the tale of Sleepy Hollow and the Headless Horseman -- while it's a neat little story, it doesn't strike me as something that should be the subject of tons of cartoons and movies. Having finally read the text itself, I think that the Disney version did more to popularize that fearful night ride of Ichabod Crane and his phantom pursuer than the original work.
Have you ever encountered shit stains in a urinal? I have. And I know how they got there, but seriously, who takes a shit in a urinal? Why would someone do that? This question has something in common with the deeper questions concerning the end and ultimate purpose of and reason for our very existence, because I don't have answers for them.
And read "Bacardi in Wonderland"! Ja.