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Titus

About Me

April 21, 1987: I am born. a hundred people also lost their lives in a bus bomb in a country that I didn't even know existed.

That is about as significant as things get.

We live in an ever expanding universe where existences multiply, tangle, and intertwine. Somewhere in the middle of this abstract network is me, Titus.

A series of events set fourth by catalysts too obscure to mention has led you to this particular parcel of existance. Regardless of whether or not you subscribe to the belief of fate, you are now you are browsing through my likes/dislikes, judging my character by what I've published on this web page. Perhaps you've noticed that I keep a blog. If you venture to read it, you will quickly realize that, like most blogs, it's about nothing. Perhaps the purpose of your visit was simply to completely waste a few moments of your time. Maybe you will leave with a thought.

I'll warn you that I'm not really anything special. I'm just your average joe living life one day at a time, persuing that american dream which consist mainly of material posessions that are ultimately meaningless. Anything you see here is a product of my boredom and as such, will likely serve no other purpose than to spread the dull pain of the aforementioned boredom.
Whether you decide to read on, or move on, I will allow you to view what I want you to see. What you see here in no way represents my true personality. I assure you, the real me is far less interesting and much more whiny.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Paul Newman: It would be great. We would pass eachother casually on the street. I would slowly slide my finger down the side of my nose and he would do the same in like fashion. Time would stand still at that precious instant where I would then be able to fully take in the true ecstacy of the moment. At that point my life would be complete.

My Blog

Remember the Member

Remember the Member     Alright, so I went a whole summer without posting a single blog. Sue me.     I suppose I should pick up where I left off. I'll start with the...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 05:25:00 GMT

Curds and Turds

Curds and Turds     I started a new job this week. I expected my last day at McD's to be somewhat bitter-sweet. I was right. It was sweet for me, and it left everyone still stuck in ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 03:38:00 GMT

A Treatise on Life's Subtle Social Justices.

A Treatise on Life's Subtle Social Justices.     So today I was eating toast. Not a particularly unique event as I eat toast a lot. While I was eating toast I was looking out the win...
Posted by on Tue, 23 May 2006 00:29:00 GMT

A Hill in the Forest

A Hill in the Forest     I was in the shower the other night when I noticed a small lump just above my groin. Being the man of science that I am, I took it upon myself to run a simpl...
Posted by on Mon, 08 May 2006 06:04:00 GMT

Cross-Country Dandruff

Cross-Country Dandruff     It's days like these I wonder how I passed high-school. My poor mother, having home-schooled* me for most of my life, had to deal with my constant griping ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 04:32:00 GMT

That was well brought-up. What the hell happened to you?

That was well brought-up. What the hell happened to you?     I would like to dedicate this blurb to you Tom. Now stop bitching.     Last Friday marked the 19th annive...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 05:47:00 GMT

High-Velocity Suicide Physics

High-Velocity Suicide Physics Last night I was driving home from work in a lethargic stupor, some idiot coming the other way decided to leave his fog lights on, thus completely blinding me. While m...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 04:39:00 GMT

Fitting the Survivalist

Fitting the Survivalist I've never given an award before. I think it's because whenever I see something worth noting, I realize that I am young, and it is only a matter of time before I witness som...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Apr 2006 06:09:00 GMT

Of Men and Mice

Of Men and Mice I hate it when I can do nothing to help the people I would gladly die for. - J.S.
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 06:00:00 GMT

Victimization of the Clueless

Victimization of the Clueless     Well I'm happy to say that the alien did not try to claw its way through my throat. Instead, it tried to escape through my mouth. I say tried because...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 10:43:00 GMT