| I've been having these weird-ass dreams lately. Not sure what they mean, but then who ever really knows what dreams mean, huh? All I know is that the stuff that's been going on in them is bringing out old feelings and people that I haven't seen or talked to in a while. Maybe it's my subconcious sayin, "wake the fuck up and start talking to people again, asshole." I dunno. I've been in kind of a void for the past few months. I talk to maybe 10 people that aren't family with any regularity, though I miss talking to a lot more of you. I hate using the phone though, I just find talking on it annoying most of the time. If I call you though, that's different ;) |
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| Either the Egyptians are supremely stupid, or more desperate than we thought..
http://www.boingboing.net/2007/12/25/egypt-plans-to-copyr.html |
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| I don't know what it is about the Christmas season that bugs me so much. Maybe it's the throngs of people milling about, spending money they don't have in a vain attempt to be happy, or satisfy that black hole of consumerism in their soul that says "you need more products in your life to be happy" or something like that. Maybe it's the fact that I can't go to the places I usually like to go without being jostled by hundreds of morons who think it their right to walk (or drive) around with their head up their ass simply because they have stuff to do. Whatever it is, it's making me bitter. The holiday season used to be really nice, but it seems as if each year (at least in the U.S.) it has gotten more and more commercialised and less and less about the actual holiday itself. I mean, we are supposed to be celebrating the birth of Jeebus, the spirit of giving and loving thy fellow man and all that, right? I honestly can't tell anymore. |
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| I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog. |
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