Rest in Peace, George Carlin. A great man who knew what it meant to put the freedom of speech to good use. Today is a sad day for Comedy.


Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, mother fucker, and tits.


The seven words will not be forgotten.

Just close your eyes...

Time's passing. I look around and see people getting ready for life. Friends are planning their futures with significant others, and I can't see the appeal. I don't understand the appeal of people wanting to tie themselves to others. Perhaps this goes along with the idea of having kids. Maybe I've seen the side of life that blatantly shows why domesticity isn't a good thing. Well, those aspects of domesticity.


I'm still going through and listening as friends plan future weddings. Choosing wedding gowns and bridesmaid dresses. All the while, I'm trying to figure out why people put themselves through this.


At least one friend has an idea -- She's planning on going to grad school, and I believe the word "if" has slipped into her vocabulary.


Maybe there is some hope left in my tiny little world.

Two thoughts...

On Saturday the 14th, I had a couple of thoughts pass through my mind. They've both stuck out in my mind, and I don't think it could hurt to post them.


"We all have our moments of clarity. For some, these moments come too late. I hope that this isn't the case for me."


"Some people need saving while others need to be the saviors. I personally dread the day that I have to be either one."

Something is on my mind, bothering me with its presence, and unfortunately, I cannot think of any ways to phrase what it is that is bothering me. The words are dancing along my consciousness, just teasing me.


Well, maybe I'm just being weird about that.