look, I'm posting

And it's before work! What's gotten into me? A few drugs, a few hours of sleep, and a few minutes' worth of motivation/inspiration, I suppose. I wish I wasn't working today, like some of my friends, but I really do need the money, so...you know how it goes. I hate needing money. I just want it. Lots of it. Lots of money. My cell phone bill was outrageously expensive this month - looks like I sent way too many text messgages. Fuckers. The cell phone companies convince society as a whole how great it is to send short little messages to your friends that most of the time could wait until later, when really this whole area never even existed before, and then they charge you for it after they convince you that you love it and it's necessary. Oh wait, I guess that's how most of our economy/society works.

I want to move to Sweden.

it's pucking fouring outside

It is fucking pouring outside. I can hear the rain smacking up against my window, quite loudly in fact. It's been raining since yesterday sometime; I wouldn't know exactly when it started raining yesterday because I slept all day. It was very nice. It seems like lately all I want to do is sleep and read and fall asleep reading. I think I need to hibernate for the next few months and then wake up when it's nice and warm out again.

Like usual, I forgot most of what I was going to say, but I feel like I may remember in the next few minutes. If that turns out to be the case, I'll post it. I bought this cheap (but cute) little notebook at Target the other day (god I love that place) so I can write down things I want to remember, random thoughts running through my mind, or stuff I want to look up next time I'm at a computer or something. I should find that little notebook and see what's written in there. I've forgotten already.

ok, so maybe I lied

I know, I said I was inspired post more often in my last entry, and when I said that, I really intended to write again sooner than now. But, really, if you look at the amount of time between now and my last entry, and my last entry and the one before that, you'll notice an improvement. Baby steps. For what it's worth, I've at least been thinking of writing, I just haven't really been getting around to it. I've been wasting time playing games on yahoo!, like literati (which is really scrabble, but they probably can't say that because of trademark reasons) and bingo. Bingo is awesome, especially if you're drunk and/or high. Speaking of which, I'm drinking some eggnog right now. Eggnog and brandy. I feel good. I'm also smoking a big fatty blunt. Aren't you, like, so jealous?

So we decorated our Christmas tree tonight, and put some Christmas decorations up around the apartment. We're so festive!

I'm suddenly very, very tired. Unable to type. Passing out...

Maybe the time from now until next time will be even shorter than the time from now until last time. It will. Until then...

I'm back, I'm back

So...I have recently been inspired to begin blogging again. This isn't to say I was ever uninspired, really, but it's almost like I just have so much to fucking talk about that I don't even know where to begin. Most of what I would like to talk about I just can't - even some of my secrets are too deep and dark to post under a pseudonym on the internet. Plus, my stories are usually so crazy that no one would believe they're actually true, and there's so much background information needed to understand me a lot of the time that I don't even know if anything I wrote would make sense if I just said what was on my mind at any particular moment. I guess I'm just paranoid that the wrong person will someday see what I've written and then it will somehow fuck up my real life. Hopefully this doesn't interfere with my presidential aspirations.

Hah!

Whatever. So here I am, all over again. Isn't that hot? If you don't understand me, I don't care. You can go back and reread all my posts if I don't make sense to you, but those probably won't make any sense either. Feel free to comment aplenty. In the meantime, everyone go listen to The Dandy Warhols and The Brian Jonestown Massacre. I'm going shopping.

But first, a crazy story that made me go "wtf?" out loud. I borrowed/stole it from sfgate.com, but I copied it here for your reading pleasure.

(12-02) 07:46 PST LONDON, United Kingdom (AP) --

An Eminem impersonator who beat a woman to death and stuffed her body in a suitcase — a scene reminiscent of the rapper's "Stan" video — is facing life in prison.

Christopher Duncan, 21, has the same hair color, style and tattoos as the rapper. Duncan pleaded guilty Thursday to killing Jagdip Najran, 26, a law student and aspiring singer.

They met at a karaoke bar last year, where Najran was smitten after watching Duncan perform, a prosecutor said. Duncan took Najran back to his apartment and beat her over the head with an iron baseball bat until she fell unconscious, then stuffed her body into a suitcase.

Medical experts testified she stayed alive for at least an hour after being struck. Duncan reportedly told police he was high on Ecstasy and LSD at the time.

In the video for "Stan," an obsessive fan ties up his girlfriend, throws her in the trunk of his car and drives it over a bridge.

Duncan was to be sentenced Monday. A call to Eminem's publicist in Los Angeles was not immediately returned.

Let's all say it together. What the fuck?