There’s something about The Secret of Nimh that is profoundly sad.

08/09/12

I’m mostly drunk.

My company had a get together. The CEO hosted the party.

If there is always some truth in jest, then is it wise that I shut up when people are jesting? I might cut too deep if I tried to jest.

Why when I’m alone does it feel like all existence is a tragedy. What is wrong with me.

Wait I know. 5 bordeaux, and a Liffe.

It’s hot today.

This site has turned into what it always should have been.

My own personal virtual black hole.

I’m personally growing just like the black hole. Or maybe the growing is just virtual.

The passage of time makes my old writing on here seem foolish and embarrassing. I don’t know if I’m maturing, or if everything in the past always just comes off as naive.

The new Staples composition mini notebooks are terrible. They pages come out if you turn them once or twice. They never used to be this bad. My black one at work looks like a Frankenstein monster after I’ve scotch taped the bejezus out of it.

I’m playing Skyrim for PS3 now. I finished Red Dead Redemption. Such a big kid. Live with girlfriend in a house with a massive yard and trees in the back. I’m exactly what I hoped I would be at 32 when I was 10.

I want to punch people I see wearing “Life is Good” t-shirts and tire covers on their body and cars. But life is good. There is no denying it. I’m one of lucky ones.