In poking around online for poems to post in these last few days of National Poetry Month, I came across this:

We celebrate their days ( Read more... )

For those who don't know (and don't follow my mom's LJ), today is Patriot's Day. It's a holiday for some skewed half of New England; schools are on school vacation, and some businesses and universities consider it a holiday. All of Boston shuts down-- we host the illustrious Boston Marathon on the third Monday of April, which essentially shuts down ( Read more... )

Today is the kind of day where I get to have pudding for lunch.

I'll deal with the rest of this shit later.

Crappy morning, crappy afternoon, crappy weekend, crappy mood.

I am in the Bad Mood to End All bad moods, and horribly enough, the prospect of the weekend isn't making it any better. It's fucking Friday and I'm in a bad mood. I'm antsy, unproductive, annoyed, pissed off, apathetic, fatalistic... Nnnngh. I'm going to a concert tonight, but I'm so ( Read more... )

Wes is still up at MoreHome because one of the car windows won't close, and it's sleeting, and driving would be dangerous. First of all, I don't want him driving when there's dangerous weather, but WHAT THE FUCK. I have been looking forward to pizza, beer, and my boy ALL DAMN DAY, and now he's up at MoreHome. Oh, and they may stay the night again. ( Read more... )