April 2012
“They do not love one another, because they do not love themselves”
—Kurt Vonnegut Jr (Slaughterhouse Five)
I love California, but I hate the people. Not to say that people in California are particularly fucked up, but they're just human. Humans are so flawed.
This is probably one of the saddest trips I’ll ever make to such a beautiful place. Every chance there was for a human to fuck up happened. This is all happening when Steven’s brother is dead. He left him a lot of assets, but now Steven is stuck in a financial nightmare where he has to give up his life temporarily to tie up the loose ends that his brother’s life. I feel very sorry for anyone who go’s through a financial war, immediately after their loved one dies.
- rest of the world: why
- japan: why the fuck not
Must resist the temptation to pop all of this bubble wrap.
I have a ton of bubble wrap and a bunch of things to wrap it with. Feeling those puffy bumps against my fingers is enough to drive me mad.
It’s 420, I’m in California, and I’m not high.
I’m canine and I’m proud!
I’m offended that everybody is so fucking offended.
Looking at sappy love posts on the tumblrs.
I’ve had a huge problem with love for the longest time. I would just write it off as a hormone that makes people’s brains kookie for a short time. I believed that it was a purely selfish act. I even didn’t believe it existed at all at some point. I’m throwing all of that out of the window. Love is very essential for leading a sane life. Love is selfish at times, but it’s the selfless moments that make it worthwhile. I’m not going to live my life counting pennies and dimes, and lose sight of the grand picture. I am going to build something. I am going to change the world for the better in some way.
