Did you ever just have a lot to say but no one to say it all to?

I'm having one those moments.

I have a lot to say but no one to say it to.

Fuck.

I was wrong.

Hope is one of the worst things a person can have.

Has anyone else ever noticed that whenever you decide to give up on something the universe comes along with a big pile of hope and says, "have some it tastes great."

The universe has done that to me this week and you know what, hope tastes delicious.

Today was such a gorgeous day and where was I? I was inside sick.

I fucking hate being sick. And this week of all weeks. I have so much work to do but I can only stop coughing for more than five minutes if I'm doped off my ass on codeine cough syrup (which tastes like crap by the way). Fuck.

God I love having writer's block. It's so much fucking fun.

I love when things go to hell in a bucket. It's just so much fucking fun.

I don't care what anyone says, Eli Manning IS NOT, I repeat NOT, the second coming of Joe Namath. There will only ever be one Joe Namath, and he played for my beloved New York Jets.

And another thing, Super Bowl III is the greatest Super Bowl ever played. The Jets beating the Colts will always have more significance to NFL history than the Giants getting lucky and beating the Patriots.

So yeah it's been almost a month since I posted last, why not do an update.

School started, woo-fucking-hoo. I've had two different professors tell the class that it's ok if we don't well because after all it's only community college. That really pisses me off, not sure why but it does.

I turned 25 and almost no one noticed. Thanks to those few who did for well wishes.

I'm really fucking tired of hearing about the Giants. I get it they're playing in the super bowl. Next.

I haven't been able to write at all lately, which sucks pretty hard. Though I'm sure all the Valentine's Day shit that's about to start will change that.

I feel really disconnected lately, I can be sitting in a room full of people and still I feel like I don't belong there but I won't get all existential. I will say that I miss people and feel like a bad friend because I don't call or email. (Though it would be nice if someone could call me once in a while. Would it kill them?)

And that's about it, nothing else new to report. Peace all.

So, like it does every year, January 17th has come. Happy fucking birthday to me.


Did anyone remember?
Does anyone even care?
I believe the answer is no.

Happy Fucking New Year.

Here's to a whole 'nother year to fuck up.

So I'm going to guess that most of you haven't noticed that I haven't posted here in almost two months. I just haven't had much to say and well nothing has really happened to me lately. But anyway I think it might be time for a year in review type of thing, and why not everyone else seems to be doing them. What can I say about this year.

Did anything good happen? Surprisingly, yeah some good things did happen, not many, but some. I managed to get rid of one of my biggest vices, World of Warcraft. I managed to quit smoking for two whole weeks, so I know I can do it. I think I finally might have found my niche in journalism, sucks that I'm back in college but it's better than staring at a computer screen while locked in a cubicle.

And then there's the bad stuff. I'm not going to talk about most of the bad stuff, why bother. I know what was bad this year. Heartbreak, emoness, scars, tears, I know what they all were. It's just not worth dragging it all up.

And that's it for me. Here's hoping to 2008 is better than 2007. May we all find happiness, may we all find love, may we all find a little bit of peace. So Happy New Year, good luck, amen.

A new poem for October is behind the cut. Enjoy or don't.

The Mets just completed the biggest collapse in baseball history.
The Jets are 1 and 3
And Notre Dame is 0 and 5.

Yep.