Some see the glass as half empty.

Some see the glass as half full.
I see the glass as too big.







It is the last hour of March,
and I feel like I do not exist.

I implored the gods: Please let me live.

Typical friday night:
booze, dancing, and technology.



I want to start making spoof trailers for practice.
The inspiration:



Is it strange that this makes me happy?

Peter Gabriel's heart going
boom boom boom.

Let the wild rumpus start.

Flashbacks of my childhood.



Last night, I woke up to a man screaming on our street.
It was around 2.30 am
and I imagined him shirtless and strung out.

"You took my dog,
now I am going to take your life!
And your wife's life!
I am going to kill your kids!
Where is my dog?!
Boomer (whistle)!"

This was repeated viciously
while my roommate and I both patiently listened,
separated in our bedrooms,
as his voice faded down the road.

I am a red balloon, a balloon tied to an anchor.

back to school
after a break that seemed to pass me by.



advice for the day:

most things that are bright green
should not be consumed.

always tip at least a dollar on a drink,
regardless of the type.
with that said, don't forget the baristas.

and lastly,

fool me once, shame on you.
fool me twice,
(three times, four times, getting up there)
shame on me.