I told you not to push that button.
Work was madness last night. Work will be madness again this evening. Wee.
Yesterday Scott turned 23. Tonight we will be consuming alcohol to celebrate the continued abscence of his prophesied death. (I told you, you are not the messiah.)
I am beginning yet another online journal with Red Rantings, this one basically intended for all those I know and love locally, now that I have finally been forced to look about the scenery before me and realize I do in fact have quite a few friends these days. It's a nice change. Hopefully, this one will not be so much the whining and cheese of previous journals; this will be the home of political rants, spiritual ramblings, and funny stories I have lived through that are suitable for the public domain.
Tree, love, I miss you, please take your ass up to campus and e-mail me at either red_rantings@yahoo.com or eccentricity13@yahoo.com. Or make Alia call me. Any of you other lovely local crazies that have yet avoided subjection to the strangeness of my mind, welcome and let the madness begin.
Yesterday Scott turned 23. Tonight we will be consuming alcohol to celebrate the continued abscence of his prophesied death. (I told you, you are not the messiah.)
I am beginning yet another online journal with Red Rantings, this one basically intended for all those I know and love locally, now that I have finally been forced to look about the scenery before me and realize I do in fact have quite a few friends these days. It's a nice change. Hopefully, this one will not be so much the whining and cheese of previous journals; this will be the home of political rants, spiritual ramblings, and funny stories I have lived through that are suitable for the public domain.
Tree, love, I miss you, please take your ass up to campus and e-mail me at either red_rantings@yahoo.com or eccentricity13@yahoo.com. Or make Alia call me. Any of you other lovely local crazies that have yet avoided subjection to the strangeness of my mind, welcome and let the madness begin.