Nothing witty today.

Crappy stuff accumulates, especially when I don't spend time with God. He doesn't send crappy things my way in retaliation for my not spending time with Him. Instead, good things become crappy because I don't spend time with Him, and crappy things just get crappier. He knows this. He tells me to spend time with Him for my own good. I was born "batteries not included", and I don't function as intended without the power of the Holy Spirit.

I want to live what I was made to live for, and I will only experience it this side of eternity by spending time with Him.

That having been said, I plan to start practicing piano like it's my job. Because it is. I mean really.

Chacos(TM)--the new Rainbows(TM). Simply fratastic.

My Tattoo Threat is coming closer to fulfillment. My frustration at not having any visible tattoos on my arms, shoulders, back, or legs is getting to the breaking point. From whence cometh this itch?

I've been channeling Haley Joel Osment recently. As I look around Athens, "I see [gay] people."