he was a mortician.  she was an electrician.

Why am I so twitchy lately?  I don't seem to ever be physically restful, unless I'm passed out hard till noon, which some people call sleeping.  I do better at the NFCT for example because I can be throwing myself around for hours, and no one is bothered by it when I jump on them, and I don't have to save energy for sitting still and thinking ( Read more... )

I hope we get to the creme filling.  Just a guess but I'm sure wasted potential's on the same level of terrible as sand in your $7 roast beef deli sandwich or those little screaming hellmonsters that get into your meninges.

Does anyone read this?  (Do I want anyone to read this?)  I guess it's as good a place as any to chronicle life from now on.  ( Read more... )

Amidst the grind, there are no "definitive this-is-it moments ( Read more... )

The toilet overflowed I dunno.

ATTENTION: Downer entry. Not very amusing. At all. Read at own peril. I am happier than I've been since I was a child but I don't know how to explore that in here, better to just talk to me. I won't be talking about what I write in here with many people ( Read more... )

This entry exists. This entry exists, for the time being. This entry exists, for the time being, as a disclaimer. Since by 2030 I'll have lost my innate hip-ness (and hippie-ness for that matter) and probably with it my interest in even such rare blogging as this, I suspect this entry will remain at the top of the journal. ERGO: Please scroll ( Read more... )

- oh wait I sholdn't be updating now. Haha

There is yearning in the pull of a cello.

So, an update.

My last final, stats, is Wednesday morning. I'm real scared about my grades because finals just suddenly were here and I really didn't study at all. Just to get that out there. However, there are other things to discuss ( Read more... )