the books i am currently writing:

the car ride: story about a man reliving his moments before death, realizing at the end he's in hell and thats his sentence.

the last dawn: a post-apocolypse story of a man who meets his true love days before the nuclear holocaust. he survives and searches whats left of the world for her.

asking the executive administrative assistant for more artificial creamer packets and sugar packets for our coffee station, i pretty much realize i have been absorbed into the heart of office life.

its not bad.

most people would hate sitting in a cubicle looking at a computer screen and a wall for 8 hours.

i think its restricting, but it gives me time to write. books. blog. and bullshit.

i pretty much succumb.

i succumb to every urge, every whim, every craving i've ever had.

that means posting on myspace that other people need to shut up with their posting millions of surveys they've answered that nobody cares about or reads.

thoughts on cinco de mayo....

a holiday celebrating the mexicans beating the french.

honestly, no country should be proud about beating the french. i mean, they have been beaten by almost every country in the world. they are a wussy artsy fartsy country and the closest thing to fighting or martial arts in their country is fencing and maybe a little capoeira.

but i guess if you are mexico you celebrate beating the french.

i'm emo. a closet emo.

a guy who lives in pacific palasades who used to work for the cia told me

"you're only as successful as you make yourself"

then sometimes you can make a room feel perfect when you try.

yeah. got another new job. 40k. thats about how much the devry counselor said i'd make if i gradumacated.