I'm trying to do right.


Let's see how long it lasts.

I hate having to write rules. It's strange that I'm the one people have do that.


Maybe me being a chaotic person gives me a better understanding of the fundamental nature of structure?


There's that Ishmael idea again, but I haven't read that book in awhile, I gave it to some girl a long time ago. I was trying to get laid.


It wasn't the best strategy, and I know this because it didn't work.


















You might not be surprised, but I'm pretty drunk right now.

That's a bad idea, I have to be on soon.





(I don't care)

My favorite role models (I've never actually had role models, it's a metaphor, I think) are always ones that completely disregard responsibility.

I'd give so much not to wake up in the wee hours, or to not have trouble keeping my digestives working in not reverse.

I think this is part of the reason all my stories involve the end of civilization: it's the small things I sweat, big problems always have simple, if not obvious, solutions.


I'd be so good to have around after the apocalypse. When the world ends, you had better look me up.

Oh man, is that bottle calling my name? I'd better go see what it wants.