A small irritation in a mountain of irritations, this is what did me in. After twelve years, and you think you know someone, and one morning you wake up and you hate them and everything they are doing. The thing that binds you together is loyalty, and loyalty stretches thin but still remains the strongest cord you’ve ever known.There are two types of people in the world, those who want, and those who want less. I am both.

Outside it is the type of winter I dream of, short sleeves in the dead of December. I have become discontent again, and I cannot conceive of being otherwise.

december is the monday of months. it’s a time of force – forced interactions, forced smiles, forced commercialism. it’s a time of darkness – introspection brought on by the shortening of days and the rainy season.

how easily things get fucktified.

frankly, the “scene” in birmingham is pissing me off. how easily people believe lies they are fed, more easily in interpersonal affairs than in politics. people are so busy living their lives in order to wank each others egos that they forget that real people exist in these shells. there is enough self-righteousness in this town for the whole fucking world, and i want no part in it. as soon as you motherfuckers start actually caring about each other (and the world around you) more than scene points, let me know. until then, keep the fuck out.

how easy it is for me to point fingers when someone is caught in a crystal clear web of lies.

on a similarly-related topic, self declared “hipsters” usually aren’t.