End of the day

It’s a rare thing for me to want to write much these days.

Now, I live as a bi polar opposite of the mainstream run of the mill sheep.

What this means, essentially is that I’m not that into me. You might better frame this as I’m neither a narcissist, nor that interesting to myself to want to become one, ever.

When or if I ever do become vaguely interesting, I’ll be sure to broadcast it. I’d imagine that’s what interesting people do, self market themselves on every meat market that exists. I prefer non traditional methods. Leaving cryptic clues here and there, being subtle, being me.

I don’t want to take a thousand selfies and hit every which restaurant that lies about the city, or broadcast my life. I don’t need that headache. I’m just content being me.

Fear itself



I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing….only I will remain


Today’s life lesson

Instructor in today’s training seminar (Decision making & Critical Analysis):

“Not one person actually truly cares about anything you have to say, think, or feel”

Me: If that’s true, then why in fuck’s sake am I hear listening to you in the first place?



Two people have told me already that I look/remind them of that dude from Twighlight, the teen wolf dude.

Personally, I hate the way this dude looks for whatever reason. He looks peculiar to me like his appearance begs the question wtf are you even doing on screen. I mean hell I’m 110% better looking than this guy, so I took offense to the comparison.

I’d much rather be told I look like Bruce Lee or someone more iconic.

People have strange sense of comparative analysis. I wouldn’t tell you you look like Kim Kardashian if you had a misshapen ass and black hair.

Btw I hate Kim Kardashian, she looks like her mom who I think is disturbingly grotesque. She’d whored her own daughters for a profit, crazy byiotch. But that’s a rant for a later time.