I'm upset and I've been drinking. I ought to just throw my cellular phone in the toilet right now. It will only get me into trouble later this evening when I pick some digital fights with people miles away ( Read more... )

Incandecant bulbs illuminate the holes at the center of my heart. Yes, that's where cupid left his mark. Perhaps he's blind. Perhaps he's farce. And just when I think that I have shaken these demons from my head, they pop up most unexpectly and prevent me from keeping my eyes shut. Turning over doesn't help. So the machine is on again ( Read more... )

Well. You have stopped mixing your signals. Now you are juggling them. I can't even begin to make sense of this mumbo jumbo. Why can't you people just give a straight answer ( Read more... )

*I composed this piece a while back. Perhaps two weeks ago. I had it up on Myspace, but took it down. I have edited and reposted it for your reading pleasure... or whatever it is that my writing does for you ( Read more... )

I have been haphazardly looking over my past entries and deleting the ones that were most tainted by anger, intoxication, and self-absorbed manic-depression. I hope that you all can appreciate why I have done this. For there is little use in sending out pithy cries for help over the world wide web. There is little use in sending cries for help ( Read more... )

If we had had a beach blanket, we would have scarcely had time to spread it out before that teriffic flying machine came soaring in over the water like the end of the world -- screamed through the troposphere something terrible, that one did. He was the Red Barron ( Read more... )

Step one: lose a lot of weight. It is important that you be skinny. Black hair is also important. Comb it in your face so that you cannot see. This represents the... uh... blackness. Of. Life ( Read more... )

Es una de la madrugada, pero no pudo descansar. Tengo que decirte sobre mi dia. Por primero, perdonme si mis palabras no tengan los acentos correctos. Estoy aprendiendo ( Read more... )

My cellular phone allows me to dial eleven digits with the push of a button. Blast my digital phone book. It is like firing a gun. If people had to dial eleven digits before firing a gun there would be far fewer murders in this country each year. If my cell phone hadn't been installed with a quickdraw feature, perhaps I wouldn't have shot ( Read more... )

A friend (i before e...) of mine has one of these journals. It used to be that when you went to visit his page you could see a tag line: "I lost my soul on the internet." It is my intent to borrow his quote for the purpose of this entry. I hope I can do it justice ( Read more... )