02.05.07 - 10:41 am

someone will always ask, "is she happy?" in reference to their past loved ones.
and then, almost, a sigh of relief when the answer is a solemn, "yes."

i dont understand that yet.

"when they come, i will take two of them hostage, and kill the rest."
"two of them?!"
"one to make the other cooperate."

if i was ever to attack a man, to the point of nearly killing him, i would shout my last insults at him in korean.

hey colleen! fuck you! fuck you right in the face!

its sunday evening. 7 'o clock. the neighbor above me just banged on the floor three times apparently in response to my hans zimmer.

...apparently theyre not a fan. fuck them. im going to play it louder.

from a website of clever analogies from highschool english papers:
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife�s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn�t.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

and thats what i did during the superbowl: not watch it. i caught myself up on lost. had several rockstar 21s. finished my closet hatchery. played some great games of halo. organized ashtons room. and continued to hole up in my house like the flake i am. and im disappointed, in one more failed relationship.

what a weekend.