Maybe It’s Time For Cognitive Dissonance

I need a girl that really squeezes me dry. I’d hate her, but she’d be good for me.

I’ve changed my rhetorics. I’ve not changed. Every moment I long to move on. It feels like a waste of time.

I always move on, finding unfounded what I found.

I need banality.

My avoidant attachment style is showing.

Neurochemical Indigestion

I work so hard, so hard, so hard, so hard.

The moment I stop to take a breath, I feel like I am going to puke. Damn it all.

Damn brain, I’ll cram you more!

New Blog

hey all,

i am moving to my own domain, finally.

the new feed is http://feeds2.feedburner.com/metacircus

hope we meet again : )

howard

Rhetorical God

I do not believe in God.

Nevertheless, can I still believe that God gave me
depression and anxiety, so that I may heal in others
of something I know so well myself?

This is a rhetorical question.

How do you believe in something True, but strictly speaking, untrue? This is the question.

Watched Watchmen

My god, I hate it.

The world’s smartest man apparently is not smart enough to not use the title of a book on his desk as the password. Yup, there’s the classic scene of let-me-guess-your-password-is-it-your-dog’s-name-oh-i-got-it-on-my-third-try-just-before-you’d-lock-me-out!

Next time I’ll listen to Anthony Lane.

I think it was too entertaining. I want my boredom back.