i've got a new blog.

http://www.chocobomoshpit.blogspot.com

it's going to be a comic blog updated weekly with some words to back it. it will almost never, if ever, contain the emotional baggage that this livejournal so often swore it didn't. i'll keep logging into LJ to see what my friends are sayin', but my friends will want to go to the new one to keep tabs on me.

it's waaay prettier than this one too.

anyway, often_offensive, it was real, it's been fun, but you are the past, and chocobo moshpit... is the future.

i will make something of myself soon. i have to.

friday was two parties, one of which was simply fantastic due to the quality of the company. a good thing.

tonight was dinner with the family. two beers and a shot of patrone with my father. my uncle and roommate debating who is more gay.

all good things. all good things.

it's about time.

80 dollars and a fucking dead dream later.

a complicated series of fantastic fuckups, unexpected delights, and blurred situations that are only remembered by the people who saw you that night.

jug wine.

three panel soul

the comic is usually nerd humor, this one was just pretty.

hoping for the best, expecting the worst.

obscure? yeah.

1. freeway flirting is fun. you know, when you're driving on the freeway and you make eye contact with an attractive someone that smiles back, and then you sort of do a mellow cat n' mouse with each other for a while? then you take your exit and they continue on their way? it's a simple joy, for sure. the freeway would be a much better place to be if more people freeway flirted.

2. last night was all kinds of awkward. if you know me, chances are you already know exactly why, and if you don't know exactly why, honestly, it's not the sort of thing you should lose sleep over. i only mention it for "record keeping". as in: "july third 2007: awkward shit happened!".

3. it has become painfully obvious that i have been drinking entirely too much as of late. this is not to imply that i am not having a good time doing it, but my body is telling me that i'm doing far worse things to it that i usually do.

it's bad enough i'm a smoker.




but really, none of this matters to anybody but myself, and not in a self-pity sort of way. i have new friends that are amazing, i have some old friends that are still fantastic, and i have nobody talking down to me for being exactly who i am.

life is okay sometimes.

have i done some shitty things? we all have. but honestly, at this point in my life, i don't regret a fucking thing.

p.s. i totally faked it.

hahahahhahahahahahaha hypocrite.

a great weekend, despite the shit-tastic week before.

that was a poem.

but seriously, we need a roommate by next month. anyone interested or know someone interested? come on.

what ABOUT the art?

i like to argue with myself. that's not the point.

there is no point.

enjoy!

*sigh* maaaaaan. yes yes yes. yes yes.

My co-worker has it bad. She's living in hotels with her two kids, two dogs, and two (?) cats. Her son is an asshole, and nobody will rent to her.

My roommate works with autistic children every day, and while he feels the reward from the experience, he can't help but hate the people that work around him for their absolute disregard for the condition- treating them like animals and outright ignoring them 'til the end of the day.

America is still at war, I hear.

My problems? I can never seem to pull myself into the "positive" side of a money situation, and I'm taking what was a mutual breakup much, much, much harder than I ought to be. Well, not "ought to be", but "thought I would". Unlike previous breakups where it got easier over time, it's just getting worse. I'm twenty-two goddamned years old and I feel like I'm fifteen. I guess it's harder when the other person actually ment a lot to you.

So, I take a step back and look at the situation. My co-worker is in a situation I wouldn't wish on an enemy, and my roommate that treats the kids with respect doesn't get the support he deserves when it comes to handling retarded children. They've got it worse than me right now- both for extremely different reasons. So it's not so bad, right?

Turns out, putting things in perspective doesn't always work. In fact, it usually doesn't. So what was the point of using a post to put things in perspective?

It's my journal. It's what's on my mind. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned somewhere in here. Emo, yes? Maybe. Well, yes. At least my hair is still red and my wrists have no desire to be cut.

fear sure is a profitable industry. penny-arcade.com posted a story that was posted on the fox news website. it's about how the nindendo DS is a useful tool for child molesters.

anybody that knows anything about the system knows this is ludicrous, but whatever.

fox news has to generate a story like this to scare people into watching their tripe.
the government wants to scare you into thinking we're on the edge of armageddon.
the drug industry wants to scare you into thinking there really IS something wrong with you.
the fashion industry wants to scare you into thinking that outer beauty is the only thing that matters- thus throwing gas on the insecurity fire already rampant in both women AND men.
the movie industry makes money by scaring you with every shitty horror movie they put out.
the christians want to scare you into thinking that if you're not with them, you are damned to hell.

these are just examples of the shit people need to stop being scared of. the world ISN'T ending, the DS ISN'T trying to rape your child, you're NOT ugly, and jesus isn't real.

i think too much when i take a shower, but then again, i'm just scared the shampoo is going to give me cancer.

seriously, i'm not sure why i still have this journal. sorry fans.

Man, my girlfriends ex-boyfriends ex(?) girlfriend is fucking crazy.

Sounds like something that should be on the OC or something.

Um, I guess we've learned how to teleport.

How can something make no sense at all to me, yet, at the same time, make all the sense in the world? I'm not being poetic, I'm being almost literal. Teleportation? Holy crap.

soon.