Four More Days

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So I went to Texas, just got back. Jerry lives with me temporarily, which is nice. We will do such fun mischievous things.

Google Chrome, their spiffed out browser, is awesome. It took me a long time to become aware of its existence. Because of the google toolbar, I very rarely go to their homepage - where their ad for Chrome was located. This browser kicks ass though. Seriously. One thing I like is the auto-spell check function for all fill boxes. Hilariously, it does not recognize the word 'google'.

I'm a bit jet lagged and over-caffeinated so I don't know what to do with myself. Jerry's asleep. Hmmm we made a single-serving friend on the airplane. I don't normally talk to people on airplanes. Well, actually I never talk to people on airplanes, and I realize I'm missing the unique opportunity to meet interesting people in a controlled environment and make up fantastic stories. If you've never found yourself compulsively lying to strangers, I highly recommend it.

Ok I'm tired of blogging. Good night.

Nude No More

I am so full of maniacal laughter. I never finish anything ever. ANYTHING.

But I did it. I submitted a design to Threadless. I can't believe I actually did it...



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Almost Contented

I've never found myself out of pursuit. I've constantly been in a state of pursuit since I was in preschool where I met a little boy named Gordon who I replaced the name of God with in the pledge of allegiance to our flag of the united states, one nation, under 'Gord'. Hehe unintentionally, of course - I wasn't that clever or romantic at 4 and a half. Before I even knew what to do with a boy I knew I wanted companionship from one of these strange humorous creatures. Kindergarten was Blake. First grade was Marshall. Then Brandon and David and Clayton. Changed schools and met Austin. The internet gave me Vlad. Tyler, so briefly. Anthony. Zack. Jeff.

Now I'm at a point in my life that I'm not romantically attracted to anyone. At least, when that feeling comes, I violently scold myself. There are so many reasons why I am not attracted to Jeff. There is not enough space in this blog to describe my faults with him - the greatest being his pathetic idea of relationships including his current one. And Vlad, my feelings will never change, but I have to bury all of that deep, deep deep down. Approaching the one year anniversary of silence. I try to be mad about it or hurt, but it's just so strange that curiosity outweighs any other emotion. Why would anyone stop talking to me without reason for one year and block any possible communication?

You treat me like a disease.

Maybe I am.

And I don't stop til you're dead. It's just.. I thought things were getting better.


I went to a wedding this weekend and it was ridiculously fun. The ceremony was in a backyard and lasted maybe 12 minutes. The reception was 3 days of partying in Reno. A lot of dancing. A lot of gambling. I learned how to play Roulette - and I really like it. I always thought a Vegas or Reno wedding sounded really tacky, but I am converted. That was the best wedding I've ever been to.

I almost got choked up during minute 8 or 9 of the wedding but I realized I was feeling sorry for myself. It made me feel like a dick, so I took a long drink and choked that down. Damn those two people love eachother. I want that. It reminded me of a pure love. It made my jokes about wedding crashing and trying to sleep with the groomsman with blonde hair seem less funny.

I think the funniest thing anyone has said to me recently was "Hello the pretiest girl in the whole world. Will you be around for christmas? I will let you touch my butt, but that's all. I don't want to have a relationship with you."

Hehe... my drunk friend who apologized the next day "I'm sorry I called you beautiful, I was drunk" which would be an offensive thing for anyone to say. Somehow he gets away with saying things like that. It just comes across as funny and charming somehow. I like odd people.