thoughts of a dying atheist

if you would have told me, 5 years ago, that eventually, my old roommate ricky would be the club hopping party animal and i would become some kind of emo straightedge lame-ass, i would have probably laughed in your face. then i would have probably ate a hamburger or something, but that's neither here, nor there.

yesterday, the downest amongst us invaded san diego to celebrate ricky's birthday a little early. downtown san diego is pretty nice, and if i weren't a loser, i'd actually prefer clubbing in san diego. it was kinda odd how diverse the crowd was though. you had the shortest people next to the tallest, and the prettiest next to the ugliest. i dubbed the night a "wingman's worst nightmare." in any case, i was happy to be there for my boy ricky.

on the way back, i thought it odd that i saw a shooting star outside of dana point. as lame as it is, i made a wish. what did i wish? haha you'll all see when it comes true.

not drinking when you go to the club isn't really that fun, but it had me wondering if i really had fun even when i drank. then it further got me wondering the last time i had genuine fun, and i can't really recall. sad.


so, you might be aware that Nike has a program called Nikeid that allows you to design a shoe in your own chosen colors. please believe that when i get my chips right, i'm id'ing these air max 95's:

i call them my gucci air max 95's. pretty gay huh?

finally, for those wondering, friday's interview went well and i'm now a staff writer for incite. so now comes the next challenge, finding something to write about...suggestions?

go bulls.