one year ago today.

Alright Albert P. Pussypants, let’s talk about life. First off, you’re not their gay friend. Their gay friend would get to see them try on different pairs of knickers and help them come to a conclusion on which to buy. Calling yourself their gay friend is like a pet mouse comparing itself to a pet dog- you’re just not as good as the dog, and you’re more like a sad little novelty than an actual friend. Now let’s work on all the points that make me dislike you from one single paragraph. “I don’t mind being there for them and helping out, but I’ve reached a personal breaking point.” You’re not helping them out. You’re being manipulated. Because you’ve done it for six women, you either get off on this because it’s the closest thing to love you’ve ever had or you’re the kind of guy who’d drink jenkem I bought from a homeless guy for $1 if I told you to drink it because your testicles are so impossibly small that you can’t say no to anyone about anything. “I hang out with girls all the time, I just never get to the relationship phase ever or get any action.” Once again. A urologist would have to use an electron microscope to give you an exam. “I’m not hideously ugly” You’re implying that you’re only somewhat ugly with this. Accept your looks as what they are. “I have good social skills hindered by a dark sense of humor (that I’ve been working on toning down),” This is what really makes me dislike you. Fuck you for saying this....
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always write what you feel… when you feel it. You can’t go back to that feeling later. You cant revisit the pain, or joy in any kind of true way. So if something is bothering you, or if something makes you happy… take a moment and write about it, so that later you may remember exactly how you felt.   Three years ago your mother and I started dating. Three years today. And today is the day I have lost all faith in us ever having a… anything. Today is the second day, in three days that your mother has lied to me. The day before yesterday she left at 8pm…. said she was going to a restaurant/bar. Came home at 3am. She said she stayed there the whole time… but the place closed at 11. God knows where she was. Yesterday was mothers day, I let your mother sleep in all day. She rested. At night i gave her a bubble bath in a tub full of rose petals. a long slow massage… She was a princess for a day. Today she got off work at 9:30… told me she was staying late. A friend of mine caught her driving down liberty highway. She said she was driving around looking at apartments… but that isnt true. She was seeing a man. So i gave up on her. I can’t trust her… how can a relationship be repaired with someone who would do those things to you? Jason, never settle for someone who is not faithful. Never settle for a liar. Don’t get the wrong idea. These past three...

yes

Here’s a way of approaching the universe: You are a tiny speck of insignificant biological material in an immense universe that probably defies your brain’s ability of understanding. Yet you are remarkable, in innumerable ways. Every second of every day you are a walking ecosystem of life, housing trillions of microbes that continuously interact with you to keep both you and them alive. Your body is constantly building and rebuilding itself, encoding information on simple strains of molecules at the speed of jet engines, in each and every nucleus-possessing cell in your body. You are a walking, talking, living, breathing orchestra of life, a beautiful display of the potential inherent in our particular universe. You are the remarkable product of an unbroken, let me say that again, UNBROKEN line of descendants stretching all the way back to the very first interactions of seemingly pointless inanimate molecules. You share a common ancestry with every living thing ever, including the estimated 106 billion humans who have ever lived. You are tied to the trees and the birds and the small phytoplankton that gently ride the crests and dips of the oceans of this world. You are part of the vibrant tapestry of what we refer to as life, a piece of art that stretches back billions upon billions of years. Everything this universe has thrown at you and your ancestors has been roundly defeated – from harsh radiation, to extraterrestrial objects, to volcanic eruptions and more. You are a symbol of utter perseverance, of the sheer will to continue onwards. You are a cry in the dark, the voice of one...
random images !

random images !

i finally got around to ripping my old angelfire site. the site was created around 1997…. i copied all of my old posts, dated them properly, and added them to this site… you can find them by clicking the archive link at the bottom of the page or just clicking here here are some random images i...