You're throwing everything you have at me
"Aack! Eeek! Wow!
"Put that screwdriver down!"
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
If you look at a person with a psychotic abnormality, how much of their personality is the abnormality?
Say you had a friend whose abnormality caused them to be ever angry. Say they also got treated. They'd be like a whole different person, right?
Say you had a friend who had schizophrenia. What if they were the weirdest of your bunch; the one that always looks out for conspiracy theories? Then what if they, "normaled up?" What if they were just like all your other friends? They'd be like a different person, no?
Man... To think of the deeper issues...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
How did "doing it like you've never done it before" ever come to mean something good?
Man, I just sent Charles quite a nasty letter. I know it's not ideal to post "happenings," but I can't wait to see how he responds.
If you spend a lot of time recording your life, then you'll have a great record. But if you spend too much time recording, you'll have nothing to record.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
If every bad day is a prelude to a good day, then does that mean every bad day is a good day? If so, then would there be any bad days? Would there be good days if all the days were good? Oh man, someone did not think that one through.
Something cool happened today. Someone finally reviewed me in Stumbleupon. Of course, this is far from being my final goal. It's more like a first step towards my final goal. Still... I've waited for so long, and it's finally happened. Might as well document this occasion somewhere.
When I achieve something, I feel good. When someone else achieves something, then I feel worse.
Now to make that rhyme.
"When I achieve something, all goes well. When you achieve something, my self esteem goes to hell."
Hey, it's a work in progress.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
I'm trapped like a rat in a paper bag with the top sewn shut and the rat's like, "What did I do to deserve this," and god's like, "nothing," and the rat's like, "aren't you discriminating against me for no reason?" and god's like, "yes."