rollerskating was a blast. some little slut hit on all of us dudes. little boys and girls were freak dancing because of us. we looked great. forgetting sarah marshall was hilarious and depressing.

later.

When All Light Dies

Every now and then, I get a nice little compliment, and no matter how awkward the situation might be at the moment, it really makes my week. I'm just as self conscious as everyone else, so a little unexpected lift once in a while rules, and I'll take it.

On that note, I just bought two suits, and for of all the times I've heckled myself and felt below even just the standard, I'm allowing myself to say that "damn, I look good in them."

Oh, and I'm still really really broke. Tattoo is done though.

I can't stop listening to Jedi Mind Tricks.