Buoy Don’t Float

I fell into a deep depression last night and as a result, I couldn’t sleep. Not that things have been bad recently, they’ve actually been pretty good. But knowing myself, things normally being good are usually followed by a big dropoff of: “Shit, why are things so good. It’s not normal”

In other news, Sadam Hussein is going to be hanged. Somehow I think he’s happy with the that outcome. He’s going to be immortalized by the rope.

Trying to find direction lately. Or rather, meaning. Emo as it sounds, I feel like I don’t want what everyone else wants. For a while–and still, actually, but not so gung-ho–I was entranced in web 2.0 and the start-up companies making money off of them. It seems like a fun life once you break into it: working in small setting with little heirarchy, making great money, not being dependent on a large corporation. It’s almost like the closest you can get to freedom and still have success in what’s left of this corporate-owned meat grinder we call America. But nonetheless, it’s only escaping the problem.

I was talking to Huan and Tram yesterday about how I feel there will be a great revolution in ours or our childrens’ lifetime. Tram found it saddening, but I find it exciting.

Halloween was a lot of fun. Went to Danica and Milad’s Halloween party and got really wasted on half a Mickeys–yeah, kind of sad but I haven’t been associated with the drinking variety lately. Heres a pic of me meeting Lil Jon.