I am in the process of ‘revamping’ my website. I added a tab for my published work. Here’s to hoping it starts to grow.
I am also going to try and make my tumblr not as shitty. I feel it’s really shitty.
I am listening to Bloc Party. I feel like I am perpetually stuck in 2006.
I was rejected from Pangur Ban Party for the second time. I reread the story that got rejected and I feel that the rejection was warranted.
I am two pages into my e-book. It seems ok.
I wrote a piece about the Aurora and Milwaukee shootings and submitted it to Thought Catalog. It will get rejected by silence but that’s alright.
Ain’t nothin’ but a thang.
Also, New Wave Vomit opened submissions again. Awesome.
August 10, 2012
First blogpost in awhile, courtesy of finals winding down and finishing nearly all of X-Files on Netflix. Read the rest at Caliper Wake.
May 14, 2012
If you don’t reblog my cat, Mr. Plinko, she will commit suicide.
April 23, 2012
I remember when I was 12 years old at a Magic: The Gathering tournament, one guy made fun of a fat kid for having a Nirvana patch ironed onto his sweatshirt. He said, “Look out for that guy, he likes Nirvana.”
I didn’t know who Nirvana was and laughed because I was 12 years old.
April 20, 2012
I thought of a funny joke.
Q: How many scare quotes does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: ‘Fuck you’
I started writing a blogpost titled “Notes of a person who wants followers on Twitter and hits on his blog and to be recognized on the internet by strangers,” but the only thing I wrote was, “My name is Justin Drifka Ferguson and I am lonely.”
I watched six episodes of Mad Men today.
Had to use a plunger on my sink.
Drain was full of old pasta salad that the cat knocked into the sink.
Found some incense I bought five years ago at the import store downtown.
I wanted to light some but they were all broken up into little pieces.
I had to keep lighting another one every fifteen seconds but at least my house smells like a head shop now.
2007 never seemed so far away.
April 16, 2012
Found this in my driveway. Reflective of everything in my life, I feel.
April 12, 2012
Life is a Noah Cicero story
I feel so fucked all the time.
My cat tore up paper towel all over the house.
I don’t even have the motivation to clean it up.
Something is wrong with me.
I can’t feel happy.
Israel is going to bomb Iran.
People are going to die.
I forgot to take the trashcan off the curb for three days.
I’m worried my neighbors will call the city.
People are tweeting about Facebook buying Instagram,
While Rick Santorum dropped out of the race.
There are no good feelings anymore.
Everyone is on the verge of killing themselves.
People are deleting their Facebooks.
That’s how fucked the world is,
people don’t even want to connect with each other anymore.
I have no money, no one was any money.
Everyone goes to Wal-Mart.
No one can pay for gas.
If Wal-Mart figured out a way to give people cheap gas,
they would rule the world.
What would it be like to own Wal-Mart?
How much money and prestige would you have?
Life must be incredible.
People who own Wal-Mart don’t need to buy lottery tickets.
Everyone morning they win the lottery by being alive.
I read something that said CEO’s of companies like Wal-Mart make like
$1,000 a minute.
It takes me weeks to make $1,000.
People are going to die soon,
I have this intense feeling of wanting to go home
but I’m already here.
April 12, 2012