I never use this thing.

It's amazing how much insight you can gain about a person by looking at their book collection.

My randomthought posts are more interesting than my journal. I never write here anymore.

My apartments have been doing a lot of maintenance work lately and...

TODAY, I RAN INTO JESUS. He was a wood carpenter. When probed, I learned he just happened to practice Judaism.

OMG, that's just too good, I was dying. You just can't make that shit up.

we the warriors went west willingly with the werewithall to withstand the wilderness and waywardness of wishful wisecracking wankers

Oh my god, I'm not gay but if I was I'd so marry Stephen Lynch. Pure genius! Hahaa

Best local church sign so far:

Jesus came; He is coming again.

I want her to bite my lip until it bleeds.

I know I'll be lonesome
That brings about a little fear
I know I'll be sad and I'll be blue
I have given the best of me
When I forgot to say to you
What you forgot to say to me
So long, so wrong

I have tried and cared, baby, it was never enough
In your mind I never had a clue
So I'll repave the same old road I'm on
Where I forgot to say to you
What you forgot to say to me
So long, so wrong

Did we take forever in vain
Into the past
Did we think forever was really gonna last?

You have tired me with your wanting ways
You can't buy yourself to be complete
I have given up caring anymore
Once you were big in a world that's small
And now you're all alone

Have we taken forever in vain
Into the past
Did we think forever was really gonna last?

and as i defy death your face resonates haunting epic lines of history like kirlian leaves of a tree entwined in the throes of a fall long forgotten

the redness of your shirt seeps around the glimmering cold clasp of the last gasp of life brought forth from the halo leading to your neck, suspended by pure nonsynthetic fibers melodically twisted against the vines that construct even the faintest trace of black lace which suspends the shallow cut beacon of metal across your breast

I'm surrounded by happy tree friends.

If you reach back in your memory
A little bell might ring
'Bout a time that once existed
When money wasn't king
If you stretch your imagination
I'll tell you all a tale
About a time when everything
Wasn't up for sale

There was this cat named Johnny
Who loved to play and sing
When money wasn't king

We'd all get so excited when
John would give a show
We'd raise the cash between us
And down the road we'd go
To hear him play that music
It spoke right to my soul
Every verse a diamond
Every chorus gold
The sound was my salvation
It was only everything
Before money became king

Well I ain't sure how it happened
And I don't know exactly when
But everything got bigger
And the rules began to bend
And the TV taught the people
How to get their hair to shine
And how sweet life can be
If you keep a tight behind
And they raised the cost of living
And how could we have known
They'd double the price of tickets
To go see Johnny's show

So we hocked all our possessions
And we sold a little dope
And went off to rock and roll

We arrived there early
In time to see rehearsal
And John came out and lip-synched
His new lite beer commercial
And as the crowd arrived
As far as I could see
The faces were all different
There was no one there like me

They sat in golden circles
And waiters served them wine
And talked through all the music
And paid to John paid little mind
And way up in the nosebleeds
We watched him on the screen
They'd hung between the billboards
So cheaper seats could see

Johnny rock that golden circle
An all those VIP's
And that music that had freed us
Became a tired routine
And I saw his face in close-up
Trying to give it all he had
And sometimes his eyes betrayed him
You could see that he was sad
And I tried to rock on with him
But I slowly became bored
Could that man on stage
With everything
Somehow need some more?

There was no use in pretending
No magic left to hear
All the music gave me
Was a craving for lite beer
As I walked out of the arena
My ears began to ring
And money became king

You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutless wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love

And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"
They'll seek to find me north and south,
I've gone to find my ain true love.

The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I've gone to find my ain true love,
I've gone to find my ain true love

Whisper in the yard and turn the trees all into toys
Lay there on the ground, and turn the dirt into your joy
From what I see and what I know, it's all been boring lately
So I suggest we trade a question mark in for a maybe
Time your riddles right, and make a point that has no sense
Make sure that you're smiling, and the money's been well spent
Innocence and ignorance, it all goes hand in hand
I'm not sure that I'm right, but I hope you'll understand
I hope that you're still searching for the start that has no end
And all the plastic people have now become your friends
Before you start to drift and your soul begins to scream
I just wanted to tell you that you're listening to a dream

Anyone can call Antarctica: It's country code is +672.

The lights go out all around me
One last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know i'm alive but i feel like i've died
And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that i made
I try to keep warm but i just grow colder
I feel like i'm slipping away

After all this has passed, i still will remain
After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today,
Someday i'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from pain
You will bring beauty from my pain

My whole world is the pain inside me
The best i can do is just get through the day
When life before is only a memory
I'll wonder why God lets me walk through this place
And though i can't understand why this happened
I know that i will when i look back someday
And see how you've brought beauty from ashes
And made me as gold purified through these flames

Here i am, at the end of me
Tryin to hold to what i can't see
I forgot how to hope
This night's been so long
I cling to Your promise
There will be a dawn

The RAM is just barely big enough to accommodate everything.

Not comfortbly and more importantly, not safely. The vehicle itself isn't overloaded but the 'new tires' the last owner put on? They aren't rated for the the vehicle can carry! What a cheapskate douche. I was so mad when I found out. My vehicle can carry 500 more pounds then what the tires are rated for, and right now, those 500 pounds are definitely being used.

There's a scooter in here. Yes, you know, like... a motorcycle. That alone is like 500 pounds. And I couldn't take the rear seats out because I don't have an impact wrench strong enough to get the bolts out (thanks, Dodge). I even tried drilling them out and it failed haha. 16 years has kind of fused them to the chassis.

I think if I can get the scooter out I could take this beast on the highway safely. But it's got crap piled all over it (I'd have to basically unload and reload the vehicle).

And if I got it out, where would I put it until someone bought it, and then who would buy it without a driverside mirror (which conveniently broke last week), headlight bulb (which can only be bought online, which conveniently broke last week too), on top of averaging only 21 mph? 30 on a downhill?

But it has a new battery. Other than that it's pretty useless for people other than me. I can deal with 20 mph.

What should I price it at then? $100? The battery almost cost that much.

Aye.