About Mind Tissue (UPDATED) →
Updated to include my farewell note. …aaaaaand NOW I’m done.
Dear Tumblr: I once was a man who was bored with Facebook. I thought to myself “Wow, this is kind of lame, no? Reading what everybody I’ve ever met had for lunch, or what sports team they hate, or what movies they kind of like, or who they’re dating… Its all so goddamn boring!” I had some things I wanted to just write, just to get it off of my chest and look at...
Your Scene Sucks →
I, at one point or another, have attempted to be like 4 of these. All briefly, all unsuccessfully. I’m glad nothing stuck, but it did shape the man I am today.
Offers still on the table, Tumblroids.
Turkish Star Wars →
James Rolfe and “Motherfucker” Mike Matei review “The Man Who Saved The World”, better known as TURKISH STAR WARS. Yeah. Looks like an awesome movie.
My best friend (who doesn’t even read my blog) keeps bugging me to write about her. And so I shall: My bestest friend in the whole wide world is a young lady named, um, lets call her Ralph (that what it says on her sunglasses and I do sometimes call her that). Ralph is a kindhearted sweetie who makes me laugh. That’s saying quite a bit because usually girls don’t make me...
I wrote a post about my best friend a few hours ago. It was long and sweet and heartfelt, then when I clicked Create Post, instead of posting what I had written, it just posted the title with no body. What the fuck? That’s bullcrap. Now I have to re-write it, and it wont be as nice as the original. Fuck you, tumblr.
Not A Fan
Finding a gift card you’ve never used, then finding out it has a balance of $0. I stumbled upon two gift cards that I remember receiving for Christmas or something, and they clearly state that they do not expire. Now, I know my dad would not give me a gift card with no money on it as a gift, so something must have happened. But, I don’t know, its like I was robbed of money I...
I tend to talk a lot of shit about a lot of different things. I have never had any problems with this (in other words, nobody has punched me in the face quite yet). Sometimes my shit talking gets me into trouble, but mostly it makes me seem like an entitled snob. I don’t mean to come off sounding like an elitist jerk. I just like pointing out things I don’t particularly care for. ...
Sorta… Just a heads up, I’m dying inside. Looks like the end of the physical compact disc is nigh. Read about it here. Yeah. Rarely do I use emoticons, but… X’(
"The More We Get Together..."
Back when I was in school (elementary school, middle school, high school), there were these things called cliques. Cliques were like little clubs or gangs that people would belong to. They were common to most every school. Jocks, plastics, cholos, skaters, emos, nerds, stoners, preppies, goths, burn-outs, etc. There were obvious differences between all of these groups and they, for the most...