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.

Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #15 is up! Take that, "Alias" fans! ;P

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.

And here it is: "Bacardi in Wonderland"! Enjoy!