been sick lately, so that sucks. but it looks like I'm almost better, so yay! work is annoying, I can't believe I have to like, DO stuff. girls have been like, TOTALLY aggravating lately. it seems like every time I sleep with one she turns out to be a total worthless squarehead chode! sheesh!

in other news, OMG!!! I was just hanging out last and cleaning and stuff (SO over the bar right now) and my roommates came home like so totally drunk! and omfg it was soooo awkward cuz of like this one person they brought over who I won't name so I can pretend like I'm not making a big deal about someone in particular on the internet, even though I obviously am.




and scene.

talking about people.

I need to totally immerse myself in something. I don't know what it is, but I need to fucking drown in it.

that's in ya eye.

**UPDATES**

script should be finished on my mostly top secret current graphic novel in about two and a half weeks. I expect the art to be complete in about two months, but don't quote me on that. hopefully I can get the pages lettered or letter them myself as I get them from my partner in crime, I'm shooting for a late fall/early winter release. promo art and such should be up and around my various internet haunts by this weekend.

in less important news: the dark night was great (aaron eckhart ftw), I still haven't seen mamma mia!, I might end up living in a box, and I still like ducks. thank you, and good night.

PS: I might start doing a daily journal comic here.

The Dark Knight. Hellboy 2.

and here, I want to see Mamma Mia! worse than anything.

don't judge me, monkey.

it's salty and buttery and god damn delicious.

I'm going back to florida again on thursday. rejoice at the second coming of bryan sarrasin or die in obscurity.

I'm a kitty cat. and I dance dance dance and I dance dance dance.

well, last weekend was pretty swell, as far as the current standard goes. I'm BFFing pretty hard with my roommates, which is probably for the best.

friday night I crashed out at like 830, woke up at 1230, decided a massive amount of smoke, a few beers, and Spirited Away was a recipe for success. as it turns out, I was completely correct.

caturday I woke up around the noontime, stumbled outside groggily to smoke a wake up cigarette. Nick and Mark threw me an invite to go play disc golf, which I did. it was a good time, although I'm clearly far from a natural. Mark and I are supposed to go play after work today, but we made those plans drunkenly last night and, historically, those plans never come to fruition. the evening that followed was spent with substances and movies.

sunday was lay in bed and read day, which then turned into letting myself get talked into playing cards (goddamn typical) and boozing until about 2am.

so here I am, at work on monday a little tired but alive and kicking. I went and took myself another 4 day weekend, so wednesday is the new friday this week. this is particularly convenient this week, considering that we're having a poker goddamn tournament at the house wednesday night (triangle residents: if you're interested in playing see me offline).

in other news I think the medication is working? well on the short term. I was prescribed fluoxetine and alprazolam, both of which I thought sounded quite fancy and impressive, in a "my fucked up brain is more especially fucked up than yours!" badge of honor kind of way. sadly, the unending power of google revealed to me that I'm really just eating prozac and xanax, instantly ruining my fantasies of the most special brain chemical disorders ever. oh well!

I think I need to go here over my four day weekend. anyone game? (I'm looking at you, Josie.)

well, I went to the doctor on wednesday, and I have the severe anxiety (suprise), and supposedly the depression. so I got some pills for my brain, and yadda yadda.

I'm going to spend the weekend holed up in my room reading and xboxing, and I don't wanna hear no sass about it.

I want to run away forever.

I am more:
cocky
literary
optimistic
desiring of sex
spontaneous
political
competitive
extroverted


I am less:
compassionate
giving
lawful
old-fashioned
pure
spiritual
romantic

and with that, lets see if I can leave the house with enough time before work to swing by target to pick up seasons 5 & 6 of scrubs so I have something to entertain me during my late shift tonight.

UPDATE:
scrubs DVDs obtained.

I don't know what I've doing, ever.


I'm always winging it so. I'm sorry everybody.

so the internet tells me that the Y movie is in preproduction.

it also tells me that shia lebouf, one of my favorite people ever on the whole entire planet, is rumored to be playing Yorick.

^_^


on a slightly related note, Iron Man in one mother fucking week.

also, it is Go To The Comic Book Store To Pick Up All My Shit Day. yay!

man anxiety balling THE FUCK OUT OF CONTROL.

curses!

I have two things to talk with you about today, kids.

1) when I get into a weird period, maybe a spell of introspection, I always seem to grow a beard (to the best of my abilities, don't judge me). I can say that I am more bearded right now, today, than I have ever been before. It's not very impressive if we're speaking comparatively about other peoples beards, but I feel pretty good about it.

2) what the fuck do I need to do to convince someone to enter the miniature wargaming hobby with me? fuck guys.

I'm gonna start sharing shit I hate with you cats. here's a good one!

ladies, from what I understand you don't have this problem. you lucky things.

here we go!

I god damn hate it when a dude in a public bathroom goes in a stall and does not shut/lock the mother fucking door. seriously. you're in the stall, lock the mother fucking door! I can't even grasp why you would leave the door open, your dick flailing about, urine coating the entire stall. I don't want to walk into that. come on guys. show a little class.

well, my trip to florida went well, all things considered. I got sick two days in which was pretty bunk, but not enough to stop the rock (for long). some of it was kind of weird, most notably the fact that towards the end I found myself homesick for someplace else.

I got nothin' else.

pre-trip STRESS.

leaving tomorrow night. get ready, florida.


PS: I can't wait to see everybody! seriously.

PSS: the last two days have been completely fucking amazing.