Confusion reigns supreme!

So take that Chairman Kaga!

Tonight was fucking weird. Not weird in the way of Tuesday night meat-market though. Much, much weirder. I say things I shouldn't. I think I really am just a giant tease. I only mean that quasi-sexually. Some things become self-fulfilling prophecies it seems.

I'm finally done with the devil of a literary journal. I had my final meeting and revision session at 10 am. Once I got home I spent the rest of the day watching "The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy" which I'm convinced is the best cartoon ever and they were running some kind of marathon of it today. Once it got to the point where they were only showing episodes I'd seen before, my entire plan became listening to Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, and the Magnetic Fields and taking a nap. It was fucking gloriously amazing. Then I started season 5 of Six Feet Under. It's going to kill me I swear. Soooo not the show you need to be watching when you're stressed and angsty and depressed and restless. Learn from my mistakes people! And yeah, I am still stressed. I don't know why, everything is done for now, things should be calming down. I guess I haven't found a good relief......or release, whichever you choose to think is the answer to these things. Ha.

Tonight people surprised the fuck out of me. Some very pleasantly, some not so much at all. I saw a fight. It was not so much with the goodness, which should tell you something because I do love some good old fashioned violence and seem to have a fetish for "bloodsport" so to speak. Ghost-town is bringing out my inner zombie again I think. Sometimes, it's more like my inner raging fucking cunt though. Why the fuck don't I have my cave? Why am I such a realist?

Yeah I know....the real question should be: Why am I such an introspective, narcissistic retard?
Please don't bother answering that, you know other people's opinions tend to mean scheisse to me. What with my ginormous, over-enflated ego.

Now, who wants some machaca? ;)