It's far too nice a day to be inside but I'm sitting on the sofa right now anyway because I have to listen to these tunes and let it influence the way I write this. My passive aggressive, just beyond reality, I reach for you. Maria Columbia, whore of liberty; blind as always-- blonde in the field in the grass in shadows cast by the pines against ( Read more... )

I like cooking and everything, but it's starting to feel a little like a waste of my time ( Read more... )

Sheets of rain fell outside but our windows were open because we wanted to feel the cool wet breeze cut under the heaviness that the air had supported throughout the morning. I showered in the rain today. Just outside in the backyard with Zion's bottle of Head and Shoulders and someone else's bottle of Suave body wash and yet someone else's face ( Read more... )

My dreams last night were to the soundtrack of Jerry Maguire.
We snuck some beers into Juno, and drank loudly. It was a terrific movie.
Mikey brought back toy helicopters, and we're becoming master pilots. Slowly. But that's what we're going to become.
It's raining this morning.

Last night was the first International Night of 2008, but we left ( Read more... )

Last night was the last that I had the key to N. College Dopout, so Steve, Mike, and I went to play a few last games of foosball after dinner at Kuppler's and Jolene's. Mike and I teamed up against Steve, who still beat us four of five times, and by pretty heavy margins.
Then we came back and worked a little on conceptual things for Mlergwa. Mostly ( Read more... )