Happiness Relies on...

...not putting Black Magic in my hair. I have washed my hair three times and that shit is still in there.

Gaaauud.

I have no use for this blog other than to say that parts of my life have the possibility of appearing on a computer screen somehwere in South Africa where some Afrikaaner is wondering what the average life of an American is like...

Aaaaanyway...

Life is going by pretty fast. I was thinking to myself how college is almost half over. I'm not really disapointed in what I've accomplished or anything because I think I've done a lot more than most people, and they somehow turn out happy once in a while. It's just odd is all. I wonder where I'll be in two more years... Hell, I don't know where I'm gonna be in two months. Christ.

I invited everyone at Northside to Midsummers. Chances of any of them showing up? Probably the same as an ardvaark getting caught in the engine of a jet in flight.

I miss touching you. I just want these cold dead hands of mine to feel something warm again. Happiness relies on your touch. This can't go on and I can't realize this.

Now Playing: Townes Van Zandt - "St. John the Gambler"