So I've started having the painful dreams again. Two nights ago I dreamt that my hand got all torn up by a hook on a wire that I was trying to grab (for some reason) while I was falling. Then tonight I swished with some kind of drain cleaner and spent the rest of the dream rinsing my mouth and spitting out thin, watery blood. Good times ( Read more... )

Never mind why, but I've been all over various local Delco paper websites these last couple of days, hunting down phone numbers, e-mail addresses, etc. It's been pretty dull, but one thing has stuck out. They're all owned by the Journal Register Company. All the websites have the exact same layout, which on the one hand is kind of nice, because I ( Read more... )

I really want a bamboo bike frame. They run from $1,600 up to $3,600 ( Read more... )

Lately I've been taking niacin to flush my system of any traces of the demon weed. Apparently it's good for that. The bottle said that it "supports a healthy blood lipid profile," which I take to mean that it speeds up the leaching of THC from your body, fat-soluble as it is. I just interviewed for a job with the city (public defender), so I don't ( Read more... )

It's not that often that I get invited to parties. It's not exactly unheard of, either, but I think I can understand the relative rarity of those invites after last night. Let me explain ( Read more... )

By the time we got to Planned Parenthood, most of the rain had evaporated out of my clothes, but I still smelled kind of moldy. It didn't get any more comfortable once we were buzzed into the clinic, and the roaring blast of the air conditioner gave me goose bumps and caterpillar fuzz while I checked off the boxes on my intake forms, scribbling the ( Read more... )

I used to have a huge crush on Bjork. I kind of obsessed about it, made some people uncomfortable. It was pretty monomaniacal. This was for about a year in high school. Right now, I'm most of the way through a google video of Bjork on the Charlie Rose show. I think I'm in love with Icelandic accents. I could just listen to her talk all the time. It ( Read more... )

I had a total Videodrome-style sex dream a couple of nights ago. Except, since it was me, that part of the dream was a like two-minute fragment of a four-hour dream.

Why can't I linger on the cool parts, instead of the disorienting, disturbing, or just plain tedious parts of my dreams?

I WANT SCREEN-SEXING!

How to really wed yourself to the idea of celibacy, poorly-advised and impulsive as the decision itself was ( Read more... )

I was flipping around on IMDb, and all of a sudden, after I click a link for a comments page, this ad comes up ( Read more... )