Sometimes...

I don't sometimes realize that what I do, or don't do, affects other people and makes them not want to be around me. I really don't think about it when I do or don't do what ever I am/was supposed to be doing/not doing.

It doesn't even occur to me that I would be doing anything wrong.

This happes more than I am willing to admit. And it scares me.

And just adds to my belief that I truly am a psychopath.

Alzheimer's Progresses Faster in Educated People

Feb. 16 (Bloomberg) -- High levels of education speed up the progression of Alzheimer's disease, according to a study published in next month's issue of the Journal of Neurology, Neurosurgery and Psychiatry.

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I guess I have nothing to worry about then

MosesSupposes ::

MosesSupposes ::

Boy is he smart. Flash smart!


Now anyone can do nifty little animation things from within Macromedia Flash.

Sigur Ros

Sigur Ros
I can't understand a damn words they say because they're from Iceland and I don't speaky Icelandia. But goddamn are these guys good. Too bad I missed them at Madison Square Garden. I won't be missing them again. Go take a look at their stuff on Flickr

Paranoia (deep destroya)

Things to discuss with Thal and Rach.

Paranoia: getting worse. thinking that she is always on the verge of breaking up with me.always have the feeling that people "know"
Self-esteem: none
Off-Drugs: Lexapro N/G (at least I think)
Short-term memory: a joke
Depressed: always with the depression

slacking at work: like I'm doing now



And constantly beating myself up. It just doesn't stop. It is relentless and I really don't know what to do about it... well... that's not entirely true...

Nobodys Fault But My Own

Treated you like a rusty blade
A throwaway from an open grave
Cut you loose from a chain gang
And let you go
And on the day you said it's true
Some love holds, some gets used
Tried to tell you I never knew
It could be so sweet
Who could ever be so cruel,
Blame the devil for the things you do
It’s such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
That it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights
The way for you
When the road is full of nails,
Garbage pails and darkened jails
And their tongues
Are full of heartless tales
That drain on you
Who would ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room
It's such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault

- Beck