This is Lame

Science is one cold hearted bitch with a 14” strap-on.

Exposed

There are times in one’s life that expose who you really are to the people you care about the most. Times of radical change, where one can temper themselves into a better person, show how they’ve grown into a “responsible adult.” I have been given one of those opportunities recently, and I have failed. I have exposed my shameful weakness of character, or worse yet, complete lack there of.

I have never been one to buy into the Zodiac, but if I were, I would feel improperly labeled; the snake or the rat should be my sign. Yet again maybe the crab does fit in its own strange way. Maybe I’m built to pinch those around me. Maybe the empty shell is a fitting representation. I have spent a great deal of time decorating my exterior with tattoos, but inside is nothing but cobwebs of selfishness and fear.

I suppose this is my forced penance, for old forgotten crimes. I have no other option but to take it in stride; force myself to watch the one I love writhe in pain from a wound I inflicted.

#kindle #rant

I love my kindle; I think it is brilliant. But there is one major flaw in the kindle, it is impossible to read in public. It’s not the screen or the weight or anything about the kindle itself that is the problem, it’s the public. As soon as I flip the cover open I’ll hear, “Oh is that one of those amazon things?” and get dragged kicking and screaming into a ten minute conersation about what I think of it and whether or not I miss real books. No, you know what I miss; being left alone while I read.