I do not exist. Only You exist.

I like to think that I'm beat.
Just boys in the hood.

Just boys in the hood.

In the event that I ever acquire a pen pal, I will type every letter manually on my typewriter and sign my name at the bottom in cursive with my nicest pen.

So, my Evangelical Christian University decided to pull my column from the paper again. This is the third time for them to do so. Now I know that Christians aren’t allowed to (1) question the ethical values involved with paying for extra-credit demanded of non-athletes in a ridiculous physical exam, (2) suggest that the belief in evolution doesn’t damn people to hell, and (3) warn other Christians of the psychological dangers of church-sanctioned violence in the media.

This is garbage. I’ve won awards for these people for two years in a row by writing about the stuff Evangelical Christians don’t talk about, and they still don’t care to hear anything that isn’t in line with “the way things have been.” They let the obvious Republican columnist openly rail against our president time and time again with no questions asked. As his editor, I’ve never even challenged his publication because of his views, and these morons refuse to offer me the same treatment?

Whatever. Rant over, but so help me if I have to go meet with the advisory board again. 

Anonymous asked: You alright?

Yeah, I’m fine. How are you?

Self-deprecation never really looked good on anyone, but I’ve always been a sucker for irony. 

Circa Survive

—The Difference Between Medicine and Poison Is in the Dose


The Difference Between Medicine and Poison Is in the Dose // Circa Survive

I can’t be honest with even myself.
Did you ever wish you were somebody else?

It looks like I’m already in trouble again with my newspaper people for being controversial. Word.