14 Hours of Sleep

It has come to my attention now that my body and mind are beginning to shut down. My mind wanders, it roams, it explores, and then gets caught in a bear trap and is thrown to the raptors.

I just got out of a 14 hour coma I shall call it, I didn't hear my phone ring, which is surprising for me, and I slept it completely straight through without waking up for anything.


That sleep has refreshed me for the time being and has made me feel somewhat better. Yet I still think, and ponder, and question. I question things like where I want to be? Who I want? What I want? Do I need to change who I am to have friends?

Simple questions like that, not even a 14 hour coma can kill. These must be questions everyone faces.....

Long time, No Blog

Dear Readers,

I haven't posted in a long time. I know, I've just been busy.


Here are a few updates for a reader who wants to know.


I failed my semester because I chose my job over school. I needed the money and couldn't do both at the same time. Thus, I chose the Waffle House and it's crazy still.

That boy I posted about a while ago, nothing happened, and I really don't care anymore. Just too busy.


My cook and I are BFF's AKA Best Friends Forever. She is as loonie as I am, and we are four tenths of a whole idiot.

Then there is another saga I must begin, I am unsure of alot of things right now. Who I am? What I do? and How much money I make for the amount of hours I work. I have determined three things

I am still gay despite confrontation and animosity from other people, as well as serious general assholeieness from the man I like.

Two, I love my job because I make great money

Three, I hate my job because of stupid people who can't even order a damn waffle.





Serious thoughts.

I am tired of people's crap. Why do I put up with it? Am I sensative? Am I uptight? Am I an asshole? Why do people not like me? Can I do better? Who are my friends? Are they real? Am I real? Am I crazy?

Serious thoughts and true words


Anyone care?

Waffle House Blues

I sit in the WH once again, and I haven't even worked for two days. I am just sitting here typing in my blog.

I'm not in a good mood, I am stressed. I have grinded out three poems today, so I find that an acomplishment, and I am happy with them too.

I have also learned three things today. Love is a crazy thing, Somebody has a crush on me, and three my step-dad is like an onion, he is good when cooked, but nasty raw.

To translate that onion thing, basically, when he dosen't feel well, he is a dick