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Name: Adam
Location: Overland Park, Kansas, United States
Birthday: 7/21/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: I like to read, write, talk, bitch, and lots of other stuff, but mostly write. I've been writing and drawing alot lately... wanna see it? just ask
Expertise: According to Mrs. Kaufman MD, I'm very adept at not thinking. Literally acting without forethought. She says I have it down to an art...and I'm inclined to believe her
Occupation: Accounting/Finance
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  lifeismycareer
MSN: igotsnomorals@msn.com
Member Since:
9/10/2005
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| Yeah... so, it's 4 days short of a year since I last posted on this page. Weird, huh? ...ANyway, Will (the bamboo plant) got kinda sick and I had to... prune him. Yes his vegetation is a lot sparser now. Oh well. It's nice outside and I'm watching James Bond Movies so... Life is good. ...Though I'm kinda hungry. yeah... food.  | | |
| So, yeah. I draw a lot. I love to draw. I draw anything I can think of. You want something drawn I'm your guy. Unless you want a portrait... I don't like drawing people for the person I'm drawing, it makes me all self-conscious. But if you want ridiculous stuff...
...or fucked up stuff...
...or something more realistic...
Anyway... my art site is www.whoiscatporn.deviantart.com you can look at it if you wanna.
Adam | | |
| sorry to worry you... you shouldn't listen to a manic depressive who has just had his heart broken. I woke up this morning feeling 'fine'. But I scared my roommate off. Yeah, Evan made up some shit about wanting a bigger apartment. I'm not going anywhere, and if he can't handle when I'm feeling down that's fine. Even though I took care of him when he was hurting I'm not gonna fault him for failing me in my time of need. I'm used to handling it alone. I lived here alone for 10 months, I figure I can do it for 10 more. Don't worry about me, my moods are like Kansas weather, give it a day and it'll pull a 180. | | |
| ...what the weather will be like the day you die?
...where you'll be on the worst day of your life?
...why some people never really win?
...why people can make you feel like shit, but you feel even worse when you're alone? ...I may be personalizing on that one.
...if your first kid will be a boy or a girl?
...if you'll ever actually have kids?
...if squirrels aren't actually agents of evil?
...why people stick there noses into shit that doesn't concern them?
I don't really ever want to know the answers... but it's (fun?) to think about. I always wonder. I'm facinated by things I may never truly understand. Like why fire doesn't act the same when it's bigger as it does when it's on a match, and why I can have a perfectly fine day, but a mere fifteen words can paint my world grey.
I wonder if depression is hazardous to your health. Anything that feels this way must.
I'm weak.
Love, Adam
P.S. I need a drink | | |
| The number 7 has been on the tip of my tongue for the past few months... Is that strange?
So... My last entry was on October 15th. What's happened since then? I'm not sure.
Well, I can tell you about the last week: Evan moved in, I've started school up again and I'm doing AWESOME. Still working at Nueterra... Thrilling as ever. Not a lot else to say... OH! I saw Katie for the first time in FORVER... I missed her so much. She's doing well, looking great, having fun... we're totally going to hang out all the time. Doo doo doo... I want to post some of my doodlings, but the scanner isn't working right now. | | |
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