deerailed

Despite the fact that my picture still looks downtrodden from the week previous, I am actually getting to be on the up and up. This week has signifigantly crushed the droll anxiety of the previous, and I revel in the privilege of sleeping soundly next to several slumbering female counterparts. Chillin' at a girls slumber party can do wonders for one's ego... but its all kosher. Suprisingly enough, I think I might have finally curtailed my own sense of evil.

Then again, I'm a rotten asshole fucktard hell bent on constantly proving to my own subconcious that I share blood-ties with Pan, the god of the fallace.

:: to a popular Jim Henson tune ::
"...It ain't easy bein' horny..."

Meh. Outside of such selfish and shallow measurements of success, I have consistantly worked full and prosperous days in the office, built a new computer with the honor of a curious onlooker (its great to have a protege', and even better, one that might actually learn something), and discovered a new potential path for life expansion. That last one, in lamens terms, means that I am considering getting a new, not-so-dead-end job that pays more cash, and moving to LA.

Still a distant prospect, but I could sure use a change.

Other than that, all I gotta say is:
(much like Jay from Dogma when he busts out the golf club he stole from the cardnal)
"whadduuup...?"

(nerd)