tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59776692011-04-21T15:42:09.912-06:00im coldThere there, there there.Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comBlogger5101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1130260279881830012005-10-25T10:44:00.000-06:002005-10-25T11:11:22.446-06:00I've been sick. I hate being sick. Sick on my vacation too with some ever-lasting cough that some damned doctor told me, when I finally went to one, is actually a sinus infection. Anti-biotics are supposed to fix me up straight but not until saturday-ish, according to my new doctor. I was sick of my old doctor and his stupid fuck up when I went to the hospital to have my appendix removed... (Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1129244016014938332005-10-13T16:33:00.000-06:002005-10-13T16:53:36.063-06:00I've got a mid-term today. Frequencies and distributions are running through my mind... I should be fine, though. I've done all my homework, read the book twice, been studying all day, it's an open book test and I get to use my calculator (which has a ton of tricks for doing the work the department head showed me one of the times I was harrassing him for answers). Follow that?My therapist Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1128668329785098782005-10-07T00:37:00.000-06:002005-10-07T00:58:49.806-06:00DAMNIT!Seth and his friends are playing shots every time someone says "DOOM" on Invader Zim. God damnit I want to play! But, alas, I can not.My therapist wants to change my medicine. Or he wants me to go see my p-doc, tell her I was drinking hard for three weeks and that when I stopped for the next week I was jittery as fuck and had everyone telling me to stop talking so much. And he told me Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1128620379368285192005-10-06T11:22:00.000-06:002005-10-06T11:40:04.990-06:00This is the kind of bi-partisanship we could use more of.Delivering a rare wartime slap at Pentagon authority and President Bush, the GOP-controlled Senate voted 90-9 on Wednesday to back an amendment that would prohibit the use of "cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment" against anyone in U.S. government custody, regardless of where they are held.Sponsored by Sen. John McCain, Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1128554121928866942005-10-05T16:37:00.000-06:002005-10-05T17:15:21.976-06:00I was late for work today. This is so fucking unfair, that's all I can think. I woke up this morning, my chest hurt, rolled over and saw my alarm clock. It said 1:10pm. Hmmm, the power must have went out, I figure. I shamble into my bedroom and check my other clock. Nope, oh shit, how the fuck did I sleep through two alarms? I'm not even fucking hung over!! I didn't even take a god-damnedSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1128480351763447682005-10-04T20:33:00.000-06:002005-10-04T20:45:51.773-06:00I'm sick of worrying if I'm defective. Insane, or something, I dunno. I nearly freaked out in class today, but I didn't. Too much school. I nearly bolted, halfway through class, and just left. Didn't want to draw the attention to myself. I wanted to slouch down into the chair so low that I dissapeared and was back in my room. I wanted alcohol. I drove home half-sure I was going to be Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1128359087897903732005-10-03T10:45:00.000-06:002005-10-03T11:05:25.786-06:00I can't make a fucking appointment with my therapist. Gah, I really like the guy but I had to see him for my court ordered drug rehab (alcohol) and while seeing him I occasionally (routinely) lied to him about drinking. How much, how often, "have you ever blacked out?", etc... Now I've got to go see him, now that he can't put me in jail, I need to make an appointment and tell him that I Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1127496237723066392005-09-23T10:34:00.000-06:002005-09-23T11:23:57.786-06:00I should put something at the top of my posts so you can know if I'm drunk or not. Well, just assume that I am, and if, like today, for example, I say "I'm not drunk!" then you'll know.So that is two days sober, which is a good start for me. I'm feeling pretty positive about not drinking again. Not because I'm two whole days sober (which really is a good step...), I mean I've been two days Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1127283622440509922005-09-21T00:08:00.000-06:002005-09-21T00:20:22.446-06:00Been scraping my pipe. It hasn't been used enough, so I drank my brother's vodka instead. He's at work. So I drank. Bad idea, people don't like me when I'm drunk. But, I mean, how do they know? People don't like me when they know I'm drunk.My BMI today is 18.6 which is not even underweight, it is normal weight, which is officially fat as fuck. It's five pounds higher then a few days ago soSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1127115654744510052005-09-19T01:04:00.000-06:002005-09-19T01:40:54.926-06:00I'm not drinking tonight. I didn't drink last night either so that's two nights in a row. Go me.Though I have been smoking copious amounts of weed, but it's definately better. I picked up my friend Joe yesterday and have been smoking with him all weekend. Then I got off work today, lit up my pipe with his chronic, then drove to his dealers house. His dealer is actually Tommy who is actually Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1126984592209993282005-09-17T12:36:00.000-06:002005-09-17T13:16:32.210-06:00Good god, I should remember why I tried to quit drinking and actually did during a chunk of time back over the spring and summer. Wake up this morning at 7am cause I had to piss, realized after just springing out of bed that I was hungover and sort of shambled into the bathroom. Looked around for a cup, ah there's one with my brother's things, good enough, fill it with water. Drink the whole Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1126927423279269402005-09-16T21:01:00.000-06:002005-09-16T21:23:43.286-06:00Today I've had two shots of tequila. My youngest brother bought it, so blame him :P. I need to eat dinner at some point so I can take my pills that say "TAKE WITH FOOD!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!" I don't want my intestines to explode because I'm taking my pills on an empty stomach, or in this case, with booze.I don't think Lithium will work very well with my diet anyway. It says "do not Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1126590431569797592005-09-12T23:30:00.000-06:002005-09-12T23:47:11.576-06:00I'll continue like this is really my journal, because I want to.Today I had black coffee for breakfast. Then more black coffee.Made a huge thing of steaming chai tea (sugar? milk? FUCK NO. Add the calories? Then WTF is the point of tea?). Took that to work. Taking my pills. Extra pills in case I want to zonk out bad. My p-doc is pill happy. I have a drawer filled with various pills Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1126504947593679512005-09-11T23:09:00.000-06:002005-09-12T00:03:05.300-06:00I'm going to school again. Finally again, or again finally. And I just turned twenty-five. Halfway from twenty to thirty and I'm only halfway through school... I'm not exactly screaming success here. All my successes are accomplishing shit I failed to fucking do right, several times, I might add again.This is the THIRD TIME I've taken these classes. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1126248222428039562005-09-09T00:40:00.000-06:002005-09-09T00:43:42.433-06:00GOOOOOOD DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!I just purged for the first time in like seven months or something like that. A long time. God it sure is easy. I kept stopping myself, all the times I'd try before, and say "remember how it hurts when you're fingernails scracth your throat?" Shit like that, obsessing over the toilet trying and trying and fucking trying to make sure eveyrhing is gone and now I'm just Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1126215575749723372005-09-08T15:05:00.000-06:002005-09-08T15:39:35.786-06:00Woke up early and went to school today. I ride the train to school and it's always packed, but it's packed almost all with students going to school and people who work downtown. While I was on the train today I saw a big fat guy with dyed blonde-white hair, a terrible complexion, and thick glasses wearing a White Ninja T-shirt. He was definately the coolest person on the train today :PI feel Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1125132854193120962005-08-27T02:03:00.000-06:002005-08-27T02:54:14.766-06:00I never saw my mom, but I remember seeing her naked.Come on Fruedians. Come one, come all.I was fifteen. Or was I sixteen? I can't remember...We, my brothers and I, all lived in an apartment with my mom. All hid there, so my dad couldn't find us, while my mom filed for custody of us. Of my two brothers and I.Before this, well, we lived with my dad. In case you never caught on he was a meth Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1124945708857920132005-08-24T22:54:00.000-06:002005-08-24T22:55:08.863-06:00According to Labor Department statistics, the overall blowjobless rate swelled to 37.4 percent in July, causing widespread deflation of egos."Cutbacks in oral services have left 55 million Americans unsatisfied," Chao said. "Although June saw a promising jump in the age 15-19 demographic, with many teenagers finding summer blowjobs, almost 82 percent of married men are completely blowjobless."TheSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1123743274898574912005-08-11T00:29:00.000-06:002005-08-11T00:54:34.906-06:00tomorrow has become such a burden. I wake up every day, my alarm going off, lately it's been a Thievery Corporation CD I made, The State of the Union Address, going off. "People in their misery... why don't you treat them the way you should?", every morning. I hit snooze.I don't just hit snooze. I go to sleep and sleep eight solid hours, then my alarm goes off, and then I hit snooze. I wake Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1122705253045897512005-07-30T00:20:00.000-06:002005-07-30T00:34:13.053-06:00I never know what to write anymore. I'm scared that my dad is reading this. I told Joe about this, I even told him how to purge. Gave him the explicit details, the painful details, how biting your nails results in a bleeding throat, everything. I was drunk, so I'll blame the alcohol. Jennifer knows about this but I could care less about that. Janet knows about this, and I care about that, Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1121721697130701922005-07-18T14:30:00.000-06:002005-07-18T17:36:30.536-06:00I just got back from my vacation. Been planning it for eight months. Well, it's been in various stages of planning for eight months. Eight months ago I asked one of my internet friends, someone I didn't really know that well but someone I thought... felt that we were alike. That in the ways that mattered we were alike. Someone I thought, maybe, that we would understand each other in the waysSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1119860357892396702005-06-27T01:56:00.000-06:002005-06-27T02:19:18.093-06:00I haven't been doing too well. I'm sure none of that has gotten through my internet black-out. Fuck the internet.I weighed 140.5 pounds today. That is a lot of pounds. My 30" pants do not feel loose. No, not at all, in fact they feel tight-ish. I know I'm fat, I hate it. Sometimes it's all I can think about. I used to have muscle, on my arms and chest, when I could work out. But, if you Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1119420878119712322005-06-22T00:03:00.000-06:002005-06-22T00:41:30.346-06:00I talked to this guy at work last week who had a "really high (blood sugar) reading", he said. It was 202, which, if you don't know you're blood sugars, is high but not really all that high for a diabetic. He said it was so high because of all the food he ate. He kept talking about food. I swear to god, I don't know if it's me but I think everyone is obsessed with food. Maybe it is just me.Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1118431079478205342005-06-10T12:58:00.000-06:002005-06-10T13:17:59.503-06:00Two and a half years was a long time to be with someone. The whole time I was with Jennifer I never felt like things were working but I always felt like the 'answer' to make them work was right around the corner. A corner that was going to be turned, eventually, and then things would work. Finally I realized that there wasn't, after exhausting every solution I could find, any answer lying in Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1118046562712948402005-06-06T01:46:00.000-06:002005-06-06T02:29:25.193-06:00I've had nothing going on. Actually I mowed the lawn on Saturday. That felt pretty good, getting that lawn mowed. The lawnmower died halfway through and I got to exercise my mechanical skills cleaning out the air filter. It was caked with dirt. Doing things with machines makes me feel like a real man. Oh, last tuesday I vacuumed my car out. You could eat off the carpet now, in case you're Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1117552840364624042005-05-31T08:49:00.000-06:002005-05-31T09:20:40.416-06:00Both of my sexual relationships have been very one-sided. Both of them ended in similar ways, though both relationships ended drastically different.Before I started dating I had imagined sex being some kind of fulfilling extension of a relationship. Something involved, participated in, an act of emotional creation or some other kind of romantic nonsense. I'm sure all that shit exists but what Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1117394720634886662005-05-29T13:13:00.000-06:002005-05-29T13:25:20.656-06:00I woke up yesterday and had to use the bathroom, but my friend Joe, who spent the night, was already in there. He came out and wanted me to weigh myself, because he's up over 250 again. I came in at 134. Joe told me his new plan to lose weight was to not eat anything all day except one thing at dinner. I don't suppose it's a coincidence that that is exactly how I eat.I hate weight. How much Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1117086460445177942005-05-25T23:34:00.000-06:002005-05-25T23:47:40.450-06:00I'm fucking sick of people that all remind me of the same fucking person. Is everyone this way?? Is this how everyone feels about themeselves? It is isn't it? Is this some big secret or something? How come so many people look like they aren't but then they are?!? I just want to fucking scream!!If I had anything approaching intelligent to post I'd post it. I could post more wondeful Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1116673927815090782005-05-21T05:05:00.000-06:002005-05-21T05:24:08.206-06:00Your SAT Score of 1450 Means:You Scored Higher Than Howard SternYou Scored Higher Than George W. BushYou Scored Higher Than Al GoreYou Scored Higher Than David DuchovnyYou Scored Higher Than Natalie PortmanYou Scored Lower Than Bill GatesYour IQ is most likely in the 140-150 rangeEquivalent ACT score: 32Schools that Fit Your SAT Score:Deep Springs CollegeMassachusetts Institute of Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1116310616812904772005-05-17T00:16:00.000-06:002005-05-17T00:16:56.816-06:00While we're at it...Whose up for a game of Jesus Dress Up!Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1116310350543266732005-05-17T00:01:00.000-06:002005-05-17T00:13:42.113-06:00Hank is my new God.You'll love Hank to when you've WATCHED THE VIDEO.Mormon HankismMormonism - If you kiss Hank's ass, after you leave town he'll give you a million dollars. Also, you'll get to wear his designer clothes, live in his condo and drive his Ferrari. Plus, if any of your relatives have already left town, he'll give them a million dollars and Ferraris, too! By the way, we have new, Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1116185322296122972005-05-15T12:33:00.000-06:002005-05-15T13:28:42.336-06:00After the state took my brothers, my sister, and I away from my dad they put me, Byron, and Seth with my mother's mother and stuck my sister in a community hospital about 10 miles north of where I live now, which was about 40 miles north of where I lived with my grandma. About once a week I would take the county transit bus up from Utah county into Salt Lake county, then transfer busses two moreSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1115891009450665472005-05-12T03:16:00.000-06:002005-05-12T03:43:30.626-06:00I want booze.I'm so tempted to buy alcohol. I do have random drug tests, but they are only once a week and I've already had my test this week... So I could buy vodka tomorrow. I'd rather have it now. All day today there's been some kind of under-current of anxiety, never building to the point where I have to go spend five minutes in the bathroom hiding in the stall, but always there, like a Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1115362812839454672005-05-05T23:37:00.000-06:002005-05-06T01:00:13.073-06:00Little fat Bill is the guy who taught me how to be cool. It was the summer seperating 7th grade from 8th and home life had been shot to hell. My dad was drowning in his meth, a constant stream of white trash and assorted worthlessness came trotting through my house, a few of them put down spores and grew. Penny was one. She was the only fat, really fat, one of the bunch. She was huge, and Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1115147936381968562005-05-03T12:54:00.000-06:002005-05-03T13:28:13.560-06:00They moved everyone's seats around at work. They didn't move my seat, though. Probably because I've actually managed to get along with the person I share my desk with. She's a bit obsessive about keeping the desk clean, and about having everything at the desk arranged just how she likes it. I like keeping the desk clean too, and I just move the few things I want moved every single day and Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1114550353588648892005-04-26T14:29:00.000-06:002005-04-26T15:19:13.590-06:00I almost bought a sell phone today. I'm glad I didn't. I got to the check out, got the price, and realized I don't want to spend nearly two-hundred dollars on a cell phone. So I told the salesman I changed my mind. Oh the pain on his face, to see his commision fall through his fingers. AHhahaha, oh I'm glad I'm not my brother.My brother Byron can not say no to a salesman. If he gets in a Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1114454902522374132005-04-25T12:43:00.000-06:002005-04-25T12:48:22.523-06:00God am I relieved. My legal status is no longer in limbo. I'm not going to have to go to forced drug rehab four days a week for 8 hours a day. I'm not going to have to lose my fucking job to go to drug rehab because some asshole with a two year degree in sociology thinks drinking every day is a problem. I'm not going to have to go to jail because I did not go to the state run drug rehab Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1114323427717479942005-04-23T23:43:00.000-06:002005-04-24T00:17:07.720-06:00In third grade my uncle bought me a pair of shoes. New shoes, becuase my old ones had holes in the soles. The holes didn't really bother me. My feet used to be calluses. I was always outside and preferred to go barefoot when I could. I could walk on gravel or grass or try to balance myself, walking down the hill my street was on staying on the curb. I always fell off. My feet only hurt on Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113986545179803742005-04-20T02:17:00.000-06:002005-04-20T02:46:27.273-06:00I'm not doing very well at keeping track of time. Things I did yesterday seem like last month. I remember what I did, in that vague past sense, but I have to concentrate to figure out when I did those things.I don't want to sleep. I've got these damn sleeping pills but they aren't working. I'm up till five or six am every night and waking up at ten. I keep having the strangest nightmares.I Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113763356002737812005-04-17T12:03:00.000-06:002005-04-17T12:42:36.006-06:00I woke up this morning, had a nightmare. Some paranoid fantasy that everyone around me was being subtly controlled by... something. I lived in some ancient apartment, ones I used to walk by when I lived down in southern Utah with my grandma. These apartments are weird. They are very narrow at the front, bland orange-red paint, with a driveway to the back where they fatten up to make room for Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113596157946926682005-04-15T13:47:00.000-06:002005-04-15T14:15:57.953-06:00 Judge's Decision Lifts Ban on Sale of Ephedra in UtahThe ruling, by Judge Tena Campbell of Federal District Court, calls into question whether the F.D.A. can enforce its ban on ephedra anywhere in the United States, though the ruling's immediate effect is restricted to Utah. It also prompted calls on Capitol Hill for legislation to crack down on the supplements industry.Saying that the drug Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113388342859958582005-04-13T03:24:00.000-06:002005-04-13T04:32:22.863-06:00Is there a rule that says that men can't count calories? Today a bannana bran muffin, 220, coffee creamer in coffee 30, a piece of "texas cheese toast" 360, a handful of jelly beans ~150, a fake chicken sandwich (two pieces of shitty bread 180, a morning star chik pattie 150), and chocolate chip cookie 180 (180c for one fucking cookie!). One-thousand two-hundred and seventy. And I'd probably Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113353430245443282005-04-12T18:35:00.000-06:002005-04-12T18:50:30.250-06:00My pills are fucking with me.I went out today, once, earlier, to get a pack of cigarettes. I hate cigarettes. But they do give me two wonderful things; an excuse to leave my house and drive to 7-11, and an excuse to leave my room and go into the back yard. I drove up the driveway, past this faded, crumbling 3 foot high white brick wall that surrounds our yard, and pressed the garage door Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113200760561713782005-04-11T00:25:00.000-06:002005-04-11T00:26:00.560-06:00Good CD.Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113197376249105332005-04-11T00:05:00.000-06:002005-04-10T23:29:36.250-06:00Have you ever noticed that everything you say can sound nice or it can sound mean? The worst part about the internet is there is no context. Stupid emoticons do not do the human psyche justice.You know anytime anyone i know is feeling bad i assume it's my fault. I don't know if it's some kind of massive ego where in my world i'm the cause of all things that interact with my life or if it's Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113129983035035732005-04-10T04:07:00.000-06:002005-04-10T04:46:23.040-06:00I used to work at a fast food joint. Got the job there just before turning seventeen, to help my dad pay the bills. He had just gotten custody of us back from my grandma. My crippled sister was living in a state run hospital, after he lost us, and the care she got was atrocious. So that gave him the motivation he needed to quit the meth, that and the court-ordered random drug tests. That Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1113037586619368372005-04-09T02:15:00.000-06:002005-04-09T03:06:26.623-06:00I was a yahtzee champion once. At games.com. I spent months playing yahtzee all night long, every night. I joined yathzee players clubs and we held tournament. I masetered the colorful dice, the stats. I loved 'em. I made spreadsheets in excel to determine just what selections in what circumstances would maximize my ability to win. I got an invite into the biggest yahtzee "ladder" Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112988098761986482005-04-08T12:55:00.000-06:002005-04-08T13:21:38.763-06:00I spend so much time considering and rehashing things I've done. Going over what I've said and how I've reacted. How those reactions affected my life. How they affected other people around me. How that affected my life. I know that how I feel is almost always wrong. I hate knowing that, I hate telling myself that all the time. If I feel anything strongly I immediately tell myself that it Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112740021924561842005-04-05T16:23:00.000-06:002005-04-05T16:27:01.926-06:00HAHAHAHAH, oh I was just eavesdropping on my youngest brother arguing with one of his jack-mormon (sorta-kinda ex-mormon, though not really) friends about whether or not god would approve of homosexuality.So my brother says, "You ever heard of the prostate? You do know that it's God's gift to gay people right?""Huh?""Well if God didn't approve of homosexuality then why'd he give men prostates?"Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112388584225828202005-04-01T13:12:00.000-07:002005-04-01T13:49:44.226-07:00My dad came down to my room around 2:30pm last night, said he was having trouble sleeping. He wanted to talk about how he thinks that American civilization is on the decline. An interesting idea that I definately wouldn't mind talking about (with someone sane).It's so hard for me to sit and listen to him talk. He knows I don't believe his wacko fucking insane baloney, he knows that in order toSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112250259159394402005-03-30T23:23:00.000-07:002005-03-30T23:24:52.623-07:00Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112213609785726352005-03-30T12:49:00.000-07:002005-03-30T13:13:50.610-07:00I'm only posting funny stuff for awhile. I'll get back to doing more then ranting about the news later. I do have things I want to talk about, I just have to build myself up to it...Living will is the best revengeBy ROBERT FRIEDMAN, Perspective EditorPublished March 27, 2005Like many of you, I have been compelled by recent events to prepare a more detailed advance directive dealing with Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112132326334354542005-03-29T14:19:00.000-07:002005-03-29T15:02:30.973-07:00More attacks on America by the fundie assholesThe fundies just won't stop attacking innocent people.Hundreds of protesters trying to keep Terri Schiavo alive are calling the Florida Department of Children & Families hot line each day, and officials are concerned they could be jamming the line for people who are trying to report abuse unrelated to the case.``The Department of Children & Families Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112073066658963452005-03-28T22:10:00.000-07:002005-03-28T22:11:06.660-07:00Hard as it may be to believe, not all Christians are kooksSad, but I needed to read something like that.Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112043864080158242005-03-28T13:53:00.000-07:002005-03-28T14:04:24.083-07:00The right-to-life hypocritical fundies make me fucking sick. All of them, they make me fucking sick to my stomach. We, America, us, all of us, have killed over one-hundred-thousand innocent Iraqi civilians.100,000 innocent civilians.Why? Because a few other A-rabs from Saudi Arabia orchestrated a terrorist attack on New York. You all care so much about letting Terri Schiavo finally "join withSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1112038573012589982005-03-28T12:22:00.000-07:002005-03-28T12:36:13.016-07:00I wonder if people realize how many gay people are all around them? I doubt it, not with the level of homophobia that's rampant in certain social circles. Most social circles here in Utah. Did you hear about the Michigan bill? Another bill designed to punish gay people. Now any doctor or nurse or hospital or anyone can refuse medical care to a gay person. That's how the bill was marketed.OfSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111779113396127972005-03-25T12:31:00.000-07:002005-03-25T12:37:25.640-07:00This is all I've got.Oh, and this.Shaved librarians eh?If I didn't need to go out and get my padding I think I'd just go back to sleep.-SnowdenSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111693400479126312005-03-24T12:40:00.000-07:002005-03-24T12:43:20.480-07:00Something funny for today.They called this style in the seventies. I'm glad I missed the seventies. Though were the nineties that much better?-SnowdenSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111690872565874682005-03-24T11:32:00.000-07:002005-03-24T12:01:12.570-07:00This is an important story.I tried telling as many of my fellow idiot Utahns that our anti-gay constitutional amendment would have far more consequences then just "protecting" them from having to recognize that gay people are all around them and are people too, and they acted like they listened. Though, I'm quite sure, my arguments did not matter at all. They don't care about the consequences Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111658857141603682005-03-24T02:58:00.000-07:002005-03-24T03:07:37.143-07:00Three days with no cigarettes. God I want a cigarette. Why? I don't know, I just fucking know that a cigarette will make me feel better. Right?Hey, at least this is funny.And I need more funny.For some reason I haven't yet figured out, I find myself incredibly depressed every single morning. I struggle to get out of bed, argue with myself about going to work, have the compulsion to eat all Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111604193888068962005-03-23T11:48:00.000-07:002005-03-23T11:57:01.450-07:00This news story has been making the rounds of the 'net.This is a clash between the social conservatives and the process conservatives, and I would count myself a process conservative," said David Davenport of the Hoover Institute, a conservative research organization. "When a case like this has been heard by 19 judges in six courts and it's been appealed to the Supreme Court three times, the Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111438549004048112005-03-22T13:10:00.000-07:002005-03-22T13:21:20.376-07:00I've been making a list in my head of the people I like. The people I'd want to get to know better. People I get along with. Most of the time if I start talking to someone, start getting into anything resembling a deep conversation, I'm immediately turned off by the other person. And I've been trying to figure out why.You know respect is the one the thing that destroyed my last relationship.Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111480607173402562005-03-21T23:59:00.000-07:002005-03-22T13:11:53.493-07:00I've spent the last half hour reading and laughing my ass off to this guys credit card pranks.-SnowdenSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111389189446302952005-03-20T23:55:00.000-07:002005-03-21T00:13:09.450-07:00My sister is crippled, don't know if I've ever mentioned that here. Well, she has something that is very similar to Spinal Muscular Atrophy type 3, though, apparently, she does not have that. They don't know what's wrong with her, in particular. They know what caused it though. My fucking idiot bitch mom incessently popping pain killers during the pregnancy, since she couldn't drink.Anyway, Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111174686371826922005-03-18T12:31:00.000-07:002005-03-18T12:38:06.373-07:00You ever see that movie about the tooth fairy really being an evil demon-spawn of some sort that goes around and kills little kids? Terrible movie, if you haven't seen it please don't, but this reminds me of that.In other news Elftor's site is back! Though there is nothing there yet.My youngest brother wants me to go 'clubbing' with him and his bizarre collection of friends on saturday. I Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111093419762625592005-03-17T14:02:00.000-07:002005-03-17T14:03:39.763-07:00I think that a relationship should be about sharing your life with someone. But people seem to get into relationships to use the other person, for many reasons. Just to get things a little bit straighter.Also everyone should realize that I'm far from some kind of authority figure on these things...Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1111091278871689302005-03-17T12:42:00.000-07:002005-03-17T13:40:08.803-07:00I find it increasingly difficult to be honest here. And don't want someone to think I'm the piece of shit that I am... But here goes.I've been incredibly depressed. The lithium I'm on is supposed to help the suicidal tendancies go away though. So far it's helping a little.Ahhhh. I was busted for possesion of drug paraphenalia at the end of last month. About a week after that I took a box ofSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1110396736808716242005-03-09T12:27:00.000-07:002005-03-09T12:32:16.813-07:00With how often our government has lied to use since Bush took office I have little doubt that this is true.And do you guys know how many journalists have now been caught being paid by the Bush administration with OUR tax dollars to lie to us? It's six. We're up to six. We're a propaganda state.A former U.S. Marine who participated in capturing ousted Iraqi President Saddam Hussein said the Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1110229296148525302005-03-07T13:40:00.000-07:002005-03-07T14:01:36.153-07:00Today is the day I start doubling up on my meds. Not really looking forward to it because they are already making me a little whoozy at work. Light headed all the time, shaky hands, that kind of thing. I think they have started helping already. But I can't figure out if what is helping is my belief that they are working or that they are working. Eh I'm sure that someone somewhere has done Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1110228004345092532005-03-07T13:38:00.000-07:002005-03-07T13:40:04.363-07:00 You scored as Anarchism. Anarchism92%Green75%Socialist58%Democrat58%Communism50%Fascism8%Nazi0%Republican0%What Political Party Do Your Beliefs Put You In?Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1109973257779794452005-03-06T13:56:00.000-07:002005-03-06T12:09:20.623-07:00I liked Sharon. But I like almost everyone. She worked at a local fast food joint and went to an alternative high school in the evenings. She rented a room from this crazy lady who wouldn't let her have any guests over unless they were clean looking women. I never really saw her, the woman who owned the house I mean. She worked graveyards somewhere and slept all day long. I only saw her Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1109969761376584162005-03-05T10:27:00.000-07:002005-03-05T12:37:53.826-07:00I read in a book once that there's no helping anyone. That's always stuck in my head.When I was growing up my dad was always trying to help his crackhead relatives. My cousin Johndee lived with us for about a year, for example. After he got out of prison. He's a fucking idiot, always has been. The only thing he was good at in school was football, and he fucked himself there because when he Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1109964839790963662005-03-04T11:44:00.000-07:002005-03-04T12:33:59.793-07:00Yesterday I had some dream right before I woke up. Dreamt that someone was laying in bed with me, that's about all I remember. Woke up dissapointed, tired, and early. Those pills knocked me out flat. And I can, if I want, take these pills for as long as I want because the sleeping one is not addictive and retains it's effectiveness. Ahh I hate thinking about all these pills, so I've got to Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1109800776890661132005-03-02T14:11:00.000-07:002005-03-02T15:07:49.923-07:00Jesus christ I just got back from my pysch appointment. Took nearly four hours. Shit I thought it was going to be an hour talk or something. I felt like I was being admitted, signing my rights away or something. It was a fucking circus, god I'm confused now. Fuck I'm confused and all pissed off and not sure why. I mean the p-doc made me feel like my problems were being acknowledged but thatSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1109277373925979092005-02-24T12:56:00.000-07:002005-02-24T13:36:13.930-07:00At work last week I called in sick four times. Yeah it was a long weekend, though it didn't feel like much of one. It probably would have felt more like a weekend if I hadn't actually been sick.I'm at work today, then, my first day back when my supervisor is working, sitting at work and she comes up to me and tells me to get off the phone. Tells me to meet her back at her desk. So I'm Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1109113092181975812005-02-22T15:55:00.000-07:002005-02-22T15:58:12.183-07:00It's my day off so I'm going to spend all day today working on building this graveyard thing and watching movies.I'm feeling too miserable to write much. Had to call home from sick work yesterday after rushing to the bathroom and throwing up. Hey at least there wasn't a customer waiting on the phone for me to finish.Maybe I'll try to get out of the house for a bit later tonight. Go to Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1108696693581290612005-02-17T18:17:00.000-07:002005-02-17T20:44:50.043-07:00I bought some clothes and they've finally made their way through the wash. I bought a red shirt. It's red with a dark blue collar and dark blue lines on the arms. I've never owned a red shirt before, I'm going to wear it tomorrow. It's the most exciting thing going on right now.You know I'll spend thirty minutes in the bathroom after my shower. Standing in front of the mirror staring at Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1108550334929486422005-02-16T02:49:00.000-07:002005-02-16T03:56:18.710-07:00My mood has been swinging like mad. This morning I was happy, and so I did my laundry and set out running my day-off errands. Got none of them done. But it isn't all bad, I did drive past the liquor store TWICE and didn't stop, though it was on my mind. I drove past everywhere I needed to go. I even went in to the media play, but there was a line and all these people talking at the checkout Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1108376132344305762005-02-14T03:14:00.000-07:002005-02-14T03:15:32.346-07:00AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHahsahahahahahThe number one search for my fucking crap here for today?ninja grip scrotum clampI shit you not. More people have shown up here because they were searching for ninja grip scrotum clamps than anything else.Check it out.-SnowdenSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1108369970575142862005-02-14T00:50:00.000-07:002005-02-14T01:32:50.580-07:00My dad's birthday was today. We threw him a party yesterday. I bought $80 worth of booze, so I'm getting drunk tonight. And I'll probably get drunk tomorrow. You know, it's true, it's much easier to not drink when you don't have booze. Who'd have thought...Now on with my story. I always mentioned my first girlfriend to my online friend that I can't talk to anymore. I never did tell her theSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107958269975536912005-02-09T06:35:00.000-07:002005-02-09T07:12:23.750-07:00(The story starts here.)
So I did nothing, really. Except I started paying attention. Yep, sure enough there really was a girl named Eileen on the night shift. Graveyards, 10pm to 6am, someone that was walking in as I walked out. She looked gothic. She looked fat. She was loud and spontaneous and sometimes belligerant. She dropped out of high school and had no idea what I was talking Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107906933230831792005-02-08T16:12:00.000-07:002005-02-08T17:04:25.886-07:00When I first started working at Sconecutter I was sixteen. Got myself a job sweeping and mopping. Really, I started out being the guy who sweeps and mops, but I rushed through the ranks and was promoted to a shift manager in six months. The secret was I showed up on time every day and I always worked hard.
I ran this guy TJ out of there. His sister had been working there for two years. Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107810649277953402005-02-07T14:06:00.000-07:002005-02-07T14:15:25.396-07:00Angry Political Rant
Howard Dean is elected Democratic Party Chairman. REJOICE!
Howard Dean wins.
Meanwhile Bush can't sell the "saving" of social security when even his own bullshit rhetoric is mind-blowingly bad. He says that social security will need $3.6 trillion dollars of cash to make it 100% super-duper guaranteed safe no-matter-what. But instead of doing that he wants to spend FOUR Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107514925751152232005-02-04T03:19:00.000-07:002005-02-04T04:02:05.753-07:00I'd rather think about other people then myself. So that's what I'll do.
At work three nights a week this farmboy sits accrossed from me. Grew up third brother down in a family of fourteen. Milking cows and baling hay. His parents have been excommunicated from the mormon church and he's the last of the faithful. A fact the other Mo's much commiserate with him. "I can't imagine what it Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107462927633751682005-02-03T13:19:00.000-07:002005-02-03T13:35:27.633-07:00Well I'm feeling pretty shitty. Though I'm working on it. I have my brief list of about 40 psychiatrists that my insurance will cover. I'm just waiting for my insurance card. I'm going to cut anything too triggering from my life too. And that means cutting certain internet friends. 'Course I'm convinced they will be hurt by that but I don't know what else to do or to say. Talking to you Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107292218069846212005-02-01T13:49:00.000-07:002005-02-01T14:10:18.070-07:00I like not having comments. Maybe they'll stay gone for good. Just less to worry about. I mean it's easy to say, "I don't care what anyone thinks about me" but I don't say that because I do care, sometimes desperately.
I used to have this idea that the things I did I did out of control. Hell I've read this. Heh, I now have a story that mimics quite closely to what I've read. I used to haveSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107255193569547992005-02-01T03:09:00.000-07:002005-02-01T03:53:13.570-07:00My energy ran out today. At work, I was so tired. Woke up at 1pm hungover. That was fun. Last night a hazey blur, my room a bit of a mess; a pack of cigarettes spilled on the floor, a half eaten pecan cookie next to an empty glass of milk, four new scars. I swear to god I need a sign, a four-feet neon sign, maybe I could build one and put it up on the wall... "DON'T DRINK YOU DUMBASS" it Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107039337543059572005-01-29T15:52:00.000-07:002005-01-29T15:55:37.543-07:00Those comcast mother fuckers.... GRRRR
Fuck, guess my day gets to be taken up trying, yet again, to get comcast to stop billing me for the accoutn I cancelled in SEPTEMBER. Fourth time!!! They sold the fucking "debt" to a mother-fucking collection agency!!! FUCK
Which means, of course, that my credit has been fucked over the last six months by these comcast bastards. So now I've got to get Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1107031874261993482005-01-29T13:20:00.000-07:002005-01-29T13:51:14.260-07:00I don't understand people's need to attack their ex's. What the fuck Jennifer? So you are dating a new mormon boy, good for you! Really, I don't particularly care anymore, except for the part of me that wishes everyone was happy. That part wishes you happiness, so go fucking move on already. Man the only reason I ever even considered trying to contact you, considered and discarded I might Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1106717080327472992005-01-25T22:18:00.000-07:002005-01-25T22:38:49.020-07:00I went and bought a bunch of nice stuff to make horchata. It's cooking upstairs right now. If you haven't had horchata then you're fucking missing out. Mexico has the best food, it's just a fact. My favorite meal would have to be some spicy rice, refried beans, and chicken enchiladas with a nice double margarita. Then some horchata and a churro for dessert.
So here's how you make horchata.Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1106571799429246612005-01-24T05:53:00.000-07:002005-01-24T06:10:19.773-07:00Generally, I just don't feel good.
But the things I do all make me feel good. I worked today. I helped a bunch of confused old people. One lady was crying, just DXed with diabetes, and I spend the whole day on the phone helping them. Sometimes for hours at a time. But I get to help them.
If I hang out with someone, which I do almost every day now, I enjoy it. I like spending time with my Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1106434122485016192005-01-22T15:30:00.000-07:002005-01-22T15:48:42.486-07:00I have saturdays off now and I love it. Everyone I know has saturdays off so I can hang out with someone all day long. Every week that goes by I have a stronger desire to be around someone, anyone really, all day long. I hate it. I hate feeling that way I mean, mostly feeling like I'm going to go fucking nuts if some other person isn't around to basically ground me in reality.
Last night I Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1105958276761469472005-01-17T02:48:00.000-07:002005-01-17T03:37:56.760-07:00Angela, my sister, is in labor right now. So I'll be an uncle soon. I haven't spent too much time thinking about what that means, other then I'm getting old. But now I'm all nervous and can't sleep. Man my brother better not fuck up my nieces life or I'm going to have to kick his ass. I'm still bigger then him too. Four inches and ten pounds.
Ahh I was at work today and was chatting with Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1105058866753510412005-01-06T17:43:00.000-07:002005-01-06T17:47:46.753-07:00This is a good read.
I don't see how self-righteouss indignation is going to help spread the ability to think but it sure feels good.
And maybe this will help explain why I think you religious kooks are kooks and why I look down on you. Not because you're bad people, but because you are intellectually lazy and that sloth you have chosen to engage in has directly caused I and those I care aboutSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1104785553485857782005-01-03T13:35:00.000-07:002005-01-03T13:52:33.486-07:00Not much to post. I've been feeling... robotic, lately. Like I'm walking around dead until I have to talk to someone, then I have to rouse myself awake, struggling for a few minutes, before I'm coherent. I keep getting absorbed in everything. Reading a book at work, then I have to stop to talk to someone, or talk to an old person on the phone, and I have to struggle to focus on what they are Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1104357534541566192004-12-29T14:24:00.000-07:002004-12-29T14:58:54.543-07:00God today is going to be great.
My alarm woke me just after noon. I've had this CD in my alarm clock for months, and the CD always starts on song one. The volume on this thing goes up for like the first ten seconds of the song, so by the time the volume is full blast Thom Yorke is always just starting to sing. I'm so sick of this fucker waking me up, no wonder I can't stand listening to Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1104091779218235382004-12-26T13:26:00.000-07:002004-12-26T13:09:39.216-07:00Merry Christmas everyone,
Now for the most important Christmas question. I think every kid has figured this one out by age three. What did you get?
I got a blue cotton sweater from my mom, an electric cup warmer from my sister (so I can make tea at work), a "throw-anywhere" blanket (I don't know what it is) from my grandma, and one of the ugliest ties I've ever seen from my aunt. This aunt Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1103490165211381262004-12-19T13:34:00.000-07:002004-12-19T14:08:07.510-07:00It's been awhile since I've been ice skating. Nearly three years. Maybe I'll go ice skating on tuesday. Find someone I can drag along with me. Though I wasn't any good three years ago, so maybe I should just forget about it altogether. And I can only imagine how hard it is going to be to force someone to come with me. Joe? Ha. My brother? He won't go. Maybe call up some old friends I Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1103317668752106452004-12-17T13:47:00.000-07:002004-12-17T14:07:48.753-07:00I'm too depressed to write anything. Every day I sit down here and type something out, get maybe two paragraphs into it and erase it. It all sounds so stupid and feels so useless.
I find myself demonizing everyone. If they disagree with me then they are stupid and I shouldn't care about their opinions. If they don't like me it's because they are a piece of shit and I shouldn't care. I hate Snowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977669.post-1102883447365668852004-12-12T13:00:00.000-07:002004-12-12T13:30:47.366-07:00At work this girl just returned from her pregnancy leave. Two months of leave to have a kid and spend some time with him. Now she's a little pissy because she has to work two days a week, but, she assured me, she's not going to complain too much because her husband is working 40 or more hours a week and going to school full time. Then she complained incessently for the next two hours about howSnowdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00046788828291928629noreply@blogger.com