I'm back.

Hey, been awhile... How've you been?  alright.  Enough with small talk.  Let's just get into this.

Louis C.K.  What can i say about this man?  He's hilarious... He's honest.  and he's comfortingly profane.  I really appreciate those qualities in a human.  But i've watched the entire first season of "Louie", his acclaimed FX series, and am feeling kinda depressed.  Understand I've laughed my ass off at his material, and enjoy his performances... but there's something bleak about his outlook.  Has me thinking about the future.  You don't get more amazing w/every year.  Not everyone does that is.  There are always the Clooney's and Pitts, and whatnot... But the most of us are C.K.s.  We fatten up, and our hair thins out.  We kiss the best years of life goodbye, and settle into mediocrity.

I've owned up to the fact that i've definitely entered a state of 1/4 life crisis, but how far can i take it?   Here's some crap I wrote the other night when I was sick. 

"something that i am choosing to remember by writing it down is an experience in Late Oct 2011 when i finally figured out what people were getting at when they said, "shit my brains out"  all of a sudden that made sense to me bc now i'm a lil retarded and have a painfully sore asshole.  I've been spending the last day and a 1/2 watching all of season 1 of 'Louie' on nexflix (my roommates, i canceled mine when the pricks over in the obsidian tower of streaming and/or disc service media jacked up their prices almost 100%)  well, per the sound advice of this gorgeous new-to-L.A. actress who i met at a student showcase back in the spring i bought some Nyquil today and have been staving off taking it bc whatever goes in me is violently expelled in a very acid-like stream from my anus, and am expecting the same result from this red liquid.  well, here we are my very first experience w/the Nyquil... it takes like a rejected fruit soup from from the a lower garden of purgatory.  100% pure suck in a bottle.  apparently i will dream well... we'll see... i don't have to go into work tomorrow :-D

i am fading now.  i want to make dreams wit h my head face of cool unicorns nad ravens... i want to be a poet in the 1800s.

let me ket go.  farewell to the conscious.   hsds to go... brain hurt eyes heavy. s leepp. "

hope no one ever reads this.