c.b.m.o. repeat. repeat.

Why, yes. Some of y’all have been pressuring me to be updatin’ this here website more often. I’m just here to tell you that sometimes, you’d prefer I didn’t. Take, as an example, my would-have-been post of yesternight: i hate you all. you will never hear from me again. And then I’d be posting a retraction today, having felt bad ...

tell me stories

Dobri den’, drugi. Work has been insane this week. It makes me glad I don’t really work here, or I’d be staying awake nights over this stuff. As it is, I’m already staying awake nights, so I won’t be needing any more of that, thank you. This morning, I was running even later than usual (this hurts me in my ...

let the bodies hit the floor

Hombres: I am seriously drowning in guilt over being a horrible friend. I have not been communicating. I’m missing phone calls and letting emails go too long. This week. Pinky swear! Yessss! So tonight I finally got to see Fahrenheit 9/11. It was really hard to watch some of that stuff. Like, really hard. Also, I’m convinced W is not ...

dude, i don’t have any hands!

Mmmmm, bullets. Hearkens back to my militia days. Hi! I had this realization the other night on the way home from Nye’s that I knew exactly where I had been one year before. I mean, yeah, I wrote about it and all, but I also remembered exactly how I felt. It was a strange sensation. I also remember what happened ...