Day 24: I FAIL. Hard.

I think I said a few blogs ago that I was going to write about something really embarrassing, and since I’ve forgotten everything else I was going to write about, it’s about that time that I get around to writing about that.

Day 14: Name time, part two.

Last month, I discovered it’s a bad idea to try and live with a name given to you by someone who you might wind up hating down the road.

Also, youtube.

Day 13: I have defeated sleep.

Just felt like informing you all that this is the first time I’ve ever gotten on the computer after a long day, sat down and stayed on it until the sun came up the next morning. Feels weird, man. Without the sleep in the middle, I feel like I’m still in yesterday.

- The Twilight Zone
- Dad time
- Sex drive (unrelated to the above subject)
- Gay porn, w00t
- Sleep deprivation
- Intimacy vs. sex
- Sleep deprivation
- Going to sleep

Day Twelve: Intrapersonal progress.

Why should I hide who I am just to keep you around? Do you matter so much to me that I should lie to you? What kind of a paradox is that?

Day Nine: a haiku.

5 – 7 – 5.

Day Eight: Enter the rat race.

A game plan for on-the-job transition!

Day Seven: Failblog.

Today I ramble about how much it sucks to lose track of your only binder. Yippee.

Day Whatever: Grandma’s funeral.

So, in the mayhem of the last few days, being stranded in various places with my computer bluescreening at me completely at random, and this new death in the family, I’ve made little progress with keeping to my challenge, and frankly, I don’t really care.

Some things are more important.

Day Three: Freewriting.

I talk about puberty, urinals and random awesome stuff.

Day Two: Men or women, we are all of us vulnerable.

I have to start by pointing out that, among any of my lady friends and family, I’ve always been the defaulted fearless spider-killer. Logic rules in this area- how can a critter about a millionth of my size hurt me through the sole of my shoe when I’m crushing it beneath my feet? So when I say that creepy crawlies generally just don’t get to me, you know that I mean it.

That said, I can’t remember the last time I saw a spider that I was actually inclined to call a “monster”, “beast”, or other seemingly unfitting epithets, aside from last night.