So many leeches

Run to her dude, run to her.

I can't bring myself to write quality serious shit on this thing anymore. That's fine though. You are fine with that.

My name ain't Thomas and I ain't really that awful.

Summer is the time for melodrama, but it's fall again so back to work, back to work, back to not being a bitch.

Can't Maintain is a great record. No one writes wince inducing lyrics that speak to super relate-able darkness like Sean from Andrew Jack Jihad. I can understand some people's reservations in completely endorsing the band, but on the other hand, I can't, cause it is so extremely fucked up in the most redeeming of all ways.

I have two exams tomorrow, the official start of the new school year. That is what blogs are for right? Talking about school and shit? I've got a job, I don't have problems sleeping anymore, I don't think I'm gonna have a heart attack every night, I don't think about dying all the time, and I have a very respectable coterie of good characters in my life. That's the good shit. My booty call situation could be better, but what are you gonna do, youknowwhatimsaying?


I wish I could bring myself a bit deeper into Lebanon right now, but that godforsaken country is even more depressing than usual. Saad's attempts at a national-unity government aren't being embraced by the opposition, and the usual 15-10-5 seat distribution is not gonna be enough to satisfy Hizbollah and General Aoun. I find whatever it is I just wrote vastly more interesting than even pretending I give a shit about the shameful healthcare pre-emptive implosion by cowardly Democratic senators who I guess need an ULTRA Majority to do anything. The Super Majority just ain't enough for them. We got racist people lining up Winchester and Steven's Creek with signs about going back to Kenya and how we aren't Russia and the White House puts their faith into Max fucking Baucus? To quote the TRANSPLANTS, it's a wicked world we live in. Anyway, who wants to go to Lebanon with me in about 3-4 years? Falafels, nice weather, cute ladies, lets do this. Yo, welcome to the best shallow paragraph about two completely unrelated things ever. All about the amalgamation of capital, YA DIG?

Most recent books: The Painted Bird, Book of Laughter and Forgetting, the Taqwacores.

Alcoholics Anonymous is a bunch of bullshit by the way.

He was a punk and a drunk and never cared what Hanafi or Hanbali or Maliki or Shafi told him to do, but he was sincere and Allah kept him humble.

Rest in peace Thomas Awful!