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jarvis

hey, do i need this?

About Me

my favorite flavor of gas is mustard.

My Interests

now that you're dead, what are you going to do with your life?

I'd like to meet:

might go to heaven, but probably not.

Music:

pop punk

Movies:

tomorrow may come, tomorrow may never come.

Books:

i read nothing but hip hop journalism.

Heroes:

Uncle Duke

My Blog

oh

My grandma died last august. I got to see her one last time before she left us, but it just made me feel like I wasted a lot of opportunities to get to listen to her stories. I didn't know her well en...
Posted by jarvis on Thu, 15 May 2008 09:59:00 PST

Roommates

    Not that I don’t enjoy my current living situation...but I really miss living with kelsi and michael. This is the shortest story I’ve ever written.
Posted by jarvis on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 09:20:00 PST

aluminum boner

When I used to spend my time on Josh's bike in Indiana, we would climb hills together. And then when I was showering one day, I decided to think about climbing hills on that bike while touching myself...
Posted by jarvis on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 10:37:00 PST

i want to eat grains

anyone have any excellent granola or other types of energy bar recipes? i want to make something with amaranth. i don't think this new locust album is very good
Posted by jarvis on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 11:58:00 PST

sore, sorry winter

Sleep comes easily when you burn away your day. Argue the opposite.November doesn't make you pack up and go home when you never go outside, home is where you wear your winter hat, even protected from ...
Posted by jarvis on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 11:34:00 PST

Audio Visions of Mike Patton

As it were, we were standing there in the closing moments of our shift at Martin's; Doug and I were ready to go home, almost. He was working the bagged salads, I was cleaning the solidified lint on th...
Posted by jarvis on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 04:41:00 PST

Room in my body

There's only enough room in my body for worthy food. There's not even enough of a vacancy for fucking peanut brittle.You know, no room for fucking alcohol.They said make room for Jello, there's always...
Posted by jarvis on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 10:24:00 PST