I almost enjoy nights like this. Long, slow, intimate nights, entered with apprehension and the anxiety that I'll never finish, that when I do finish, I'll have produced shit. But, here I am right in the middle of the silent darkness, finally settled into my keys, and I know that within hours I'll be finished, before I blink, it'll be printed and ( Read more... )

I wish to write something particularly attractive tonight, but I don't think I will; I seem to have lost the ability to use my brain. I can't even read correctly and it upsets me greatly. Where has my lucidity gone? Maybe someone has taken my batteries to power his remote control, or perhaps his plush chirping bird -- the ones that are made for ( Read more... )

I haven't been updating, though I'm not surprised - I never do, though I really should. It's stupid for me not to. Just because many days don't fall into the realm of ones I would refer to as ideal doesn't mean they're not important because they are. I will never live them again - no one will. Fucking weird mood. I'm afraid I won't get to ( Read more... )

The following entry will contain:
1. An intriguing tale about attractive young people with a disappointingly obvious ending in its entirety.
2. Information on the ever-fabulous McSweeney's issue ten.
3. Several new words I have learned.
4. An exclusive account of an event that took place within the last two weeks.

First, I give you Paperclip.
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Nothing much to say to you, but as it has been a good while, I feel compelled to say something ( Read more... )

[I really hope the four people that have the pleasure of reading our school newspaper this year enjoy badly (and quickly) written articles about PA castles that are quite tedious and lengthy, not to mention un-proofread, un-edited, and not at all re-read for errors ( Read more... )

There is this woman. She writes things. This writing that she does probably does not consume her entire life, but I don't know anything of her other than her name, e-mail address, and short stories. I read her stories whenever I happen upon them, and they always fascinate me. Her style is straightforward, but her subject matter is not. This ( Read more... )

Preface:
"Bored with life and everything/everyone she knows intimately, she must shed her timid nature to venture unknowingly into change," quoted the deep-voiced man using a serious, monotonously boring tone that would make you feel sad (or at least contemplative) even if he were speaking comedic lines.
She who would wander the night:
"Full of ( Read more... )

Here is a rather long, dull, text-booky story that i wrote. I doubt you want to read it. Yet, it is here for those of you that are bored enough to but it is my story just the same, so form your care. Don't tell me it could never work...i know that...its just a story - my story...kind of blah, opinions, hate me, love me. Read, don't read.

The ( Read more... )

Children, today we have and exciting oppertunity (i say, smiling a little bit to widely with a voice that's a bit off much like a kindergarden teacher or Betty Crocker.) We have, for many months now been reading many instances in which i write about myself extensively, and today you get your turn! Yes, that's right you, too can have the amazing ( Read more... )