vexation

Silly little crazy moleman.

My Arrest (Part Three, Conclusion)

None of my fears of execution were realized (obviously). Eventually we reached the Fayette County Detention Center and the cops started leading me in. While I was passing through the entryway, some stoner looking dude started talking about how out in Colorado, the cops “wouldn’t do this to us” and they would even “drive us …

My Arrest (Part Two)

After I put my Palm Pilot away, I started marching bravely east toward Tates Creek Road. Eventually I ended up on Lansdowne. As I walked, I came across a young fellow in a Taco Bell Uniform going the opposite direction. I was feeling very friendly (and Manic, as you may recall) so I said hello …

My Arrest (Part One)

A new year, a renewed interest in my Journal. I have been neglecting this Journal and not much has happened, but I feel like I should be giving it an update. It may be fruitless, because with the LiveJournal layoffs who knows how long this website will last. However, I will leave the update for …

Everybody Hates caco

Every time I ask my Grandma for anything, whether it be a trip to the store to buy groceries or simply to come over and spend time with her because I feel lonely, she makes an excuse as to why she can’t offer her help. Usually she claims that she can’t afford the gas for …

Generics Ain’t The Same

I am currently on a prescription for Risperdal to prevent Manic episodes that sometimes lead to Psychosis. Every time I have forgotten to take the drug in the past, I have been unable to sleep, waking up every half hour to hour until eventually I force myself to stay awake out of frustration. The sleep …