Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled madness...

So, what to write??? I've been busily indulging in video games and forgetting the mirthful outside world... even to the point of my roommates' endearing attempt at an "intervention." Why? Who knows, except the coterie of odd-ball characters now burned into my brain, thanks be to the miracles of RPG. (That's Role Playing Games, not Rocket-Propelled Grenades for you kids at home.)

I've just decided that I'm not cool enough to "hang," ... that I'm too cowardly to bear the brunt of my numerous insecurities that only show themselves when I'm forced to have a conversation with another person; additionally, I don't feel as if I'm being my true self when I talk to people at times, though anymore as to what the true me is I cannot ascertain. Of course, it may just be that I revel in my own madness/eccentricity and delight in seeing others perplexed by it. Muuuuahahahaaha!

Ultimately, it may just be that social inadequacies and assorted idiosyncracies aside, I'm a melodramatic oaf. I like that word. Oaf, oaf, oaf. Oafmeal. Oaf de toilette. Oaf a cryin' out loud!


  1. I like when I ask Brad if you're still alive and he reports that he saw you come out to get a few root beers and disappear again. But at least now you know I'm keeping tabs on you.

  2. Anonymous2:18 PM

    Did you call your Grandmother for her Birthday YET???

  3. Yes, mon capitan.