When I find myself watching Commando on TV, I know I have a problem. When I find myself flipping through old books that I've read a dozen times, I know I have a problem. And I know I have a problem when I find myself, sitting in front of the computer updating on diaryland. I have a problem.
I'm fucking bored. Horribly. The funny thing is, it doesn't make a ton of sense for me to be bored. I just moved from a town of six thousand to a town of a hundred thousand. There's all sorts of things to do here, whereas there wasn't in Houghton. I have a car for god's sake - I certainly didn't have one up there. So how, in the name of all that is good and holy, am I bored?
I'm bored because I know two people out of a hundred thousand, neither of which are reliable, and at some point in time, I became a social person. I need socialization. I have, currently, only one entity I socialize with: my mom's dog Katie.
But hey, we're getting along.
Miss Any?
Alright, we're gonna give this a shot
January 02, 2005
Let's see how badly I failed these last year
December 31, 2004
Okay, so its trendy
December 28, 2004
Its just like that asshole, Joe fucking Lieberman. Annoying and rather pointless.
December 27, 2004
Is this a typical Christmas?
December 26, 2004