Monday, August 31, 2009

Dax. Seriously. Dax. Marry me.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Been home for a fucking day and I'm already back in the old despair again. Lost what little hope I had mustered, again. Wanting nothing more than to not have to live. Again.

D said, in a comment to one of my blog entries, that he couldn't believe I couldn't see my own value. The value of an object is determined when comparing it to other objects of similar sort. My value is very clear right there; absolutely fucking nothing.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Slowly but surely picking up the pieces.

Shadow säger:
well again, youre american
you dont really function like the rest of us
BJ säger:
i don't even function well as an American
What nationality do you think I should be?
Shadow säger:
go for the irish. awesome nature, leprechauns, good horses
excuse to drink
AND its close to sweden
AND the accent is sexy
BJ säger:
Think the accent would help?
Shadow säger:
well i wouldnt have a clue what you were saying
and THAT would help
BJ säger:
Ouch...that was a good one
Shadow säger:
mwahahaha
BJ säger:
that one actually stung a little
Shadow säger:
im quite proud of that one
BJ säger:
You should be
I was gonna write a ton of stuff about my awesome trip that involved camping on an island 5 kilometers away from the nearest person, campfire conversations with strangers about how embarassing it would be to be strangled with your own dental floss, canoeing, target shooting with guns and rifles, crayfish fishing, absinth making, salvia smoking, beer drinking, and lots lots more. But I'm too fucking tired to.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Okami.




Not only a good game, it read my personality perfectly too.