Getting Better |
Placebo effect maybe, but like you read.
Soon my life will be very hectic. I'll be working 40 hours and attending school for a total of 11 credit hours. It didn't seem like too much...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 13:27:00 GMT |
In a Twist, In a Pain |
Forget the art for a damn minute.
I am fed-up with my existence A job that has no focus on my interests and lacks any form of inspiration, my countless unreturned phone calls from all but one fr...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
Horns are always around so you notice. |
I'm wearing make-up I thought I had lost. It was forgotten anyway. I figured it kind of against me...it's tougher and more expensive, as all this vegan stuff is. I miss wine and Sam. And probably ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 18:42:00 GMT |
Obvious enough. |
Hugging parents of a boy I new as a kid at his funeral was one of the toughest things I have ever done. His parents are the kindest, warmest people I think I have ever met. I like...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 19:21:00 GMT |
This time last year... |
...I thought monogamy was a joke.
I hate myself.
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 07:27:00 GMT |
Perm! |
I'm sitting here on a relaxing Sunday evening stealing the internet from the Chamber (whose name does not adequately describe the wonders inside) in my spacious apartment with Roxy asleep on my r...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
Influenza!!!! |
I spent about a week and a half excited about a four day weekend and I spent most of it in my reindeer thermal pajamas and fluffy socks. Big thanks to that flu shot I semi stole at work for all ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 14:45:00 GMT |
Obsessed...or not so much. |
I shouldn't be so excited that there's Agatha Christie computer games, right?
edit: Except now that I'm done, I'm pretty angry. I should learn not to trust the Adventure Company and their crap e...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 15:02:00 GMT |
Twinge |
This shifting fear of nothing and everything is numbing. In the numbness, something resides that leaves a rush on all it touches. Where should the next step go? Written words, written...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:46:00 GMT |
Could it be? |
There's always this unpassable road in my midst. Blocked by every bit of everything imaginable. Passing through would be difficult although the other side would be exceptionally comfortabl...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 17:43:00 GMT |
