Mr. Pinto Bean

alright so it's 1 am. pretty good for me. i am officially up way past my pathetic bed time. staff party tonight. thought maybe i would try to actually have fun. not that i have a problem having fun....but i do have a problem with the bar scene. everyone says how much they hate the bar and yet i had to stand in line to get in. i really don't know why i bother. drunken pre teens thinking they are sexy rubbing up against each other in an intimate invitation that never in a million years would they extend under any other circumstance. girls wearing clothes that don't fit dancing with boys who have liquid confidence. confirming my belief that there really are no decent people left in this world. i mean, sure i may make out with the odd road side attraction:

but that's perfectly normal in my world......

Spring?

Fresh Ink

It Was Almost A Very Good Bye

Michael Eric Flett

March 23, 1968 - March 3, 2007

"...come to me in my dreams, and then by day I shall be well again! For then the night will more than pay the hopelees longing of the day."
- Matthew Arnold

Meow

Hidden Valley

Winters' Chill

A Few Thoughts From Oscar Wilde

I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.

The basis for optimism is sheer terror.

The play was a great success but the audience was a disaster.

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

Work is the curse of the drinking class.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Thought of the Day

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.