So proud to call him my cousin.

It's hard not to feel a certain way about your craft when you see other people so swiftly flocking to others.

For years.

So eventually, the little demon in your head says "it's been so long, maybe you should stop."

And you do.

And you realize that thing either sounds a lot like your own voice, or your "realistic" ex you used to live with.

You don't want to give up, but you feel like everything about it has been stripped from you, and you've got nothing left but husks of work, dying drafts, and videos you're too embarrassed to publish.

Ah well! :-D

Ya feel terrible, and the world keeps on turning.

Getting old has become a pile of moments where I question the things that turn me on.

"Y'know, that probably shouldn't be so sexy to me."

I blame the MSN Chatrooms and Pepsi Blue.

Ain't a thing luxurious about depression, friend.

(Somebody please school that fool)

A Stupid, Random, Memory

[From my Gaia Online days in SCAS]

When my secret crush saw a pic of me, called me Snorlax, and I playfully laughed it off.

I was HURT, BITCH.

WOOOOOO BOY.

K, bye.

Procrastinated right into lunch.

Mmmm...leftover pizza and coffee.