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A Cat Named Phil.
I wish I had just called into work. I already called in once this week, but it wouldn't have hurt me to have called in again. They don't care. These people are oblivious. They have no idea how little I do. None, whatsoever. I'm not proud of it. I just wish they would give me something real to do. I am really excited about getting done with ( Read more... ) -
Eureka!
It just hit me! The only thing worth doing in this life is loving people. Not romantically, not friend-like, and not even randomly; but just loving them because they're here, you're here, and we're all just . . . here. Until we're really not here. And guess what? One day, whether you're ready or nor not, you won't be hereTiffany, you're saying ( Read more... ) -
Deception.
I thought that the sun's absence would create a tolerable atmosphere as far as my lunch hour was concerned. I was wrong. Humidity. I don't know why i'm surprised. It's the way of this Austin, Texas-world, yet somehow I continue to be shocked into submission by its presence. Its overpowering, pummeling presence. Die, humidity, die ( Read more... ) -
Sea Space
I miss the ocean. I miss Zihuatanejo, Guerrero and the hospitality of Rafael. I miss the hard, high water of Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca. I miss walking out against the waves and riding them back to the beach. I miss sitting on the beach and feeling so small for so many reasons, but loving the sensation. Needing that sensation. Welcoming the ( Read more... ) -
Oh and this . . .
I talked to my friend Ali last night and she shared a story about bodypumping (I'm not positive about what this is) to Holla Back Girl! This was not the funny part. The funny part was that before this they were pumpin' to Born in the USA by Bruce Springsteen. Only it's really funny because she goes to this class with her Polish friend who ( Read more... ) -
This . . .
is the slowest day in the history of days that have ever been slow . . . and shit ( Read more... ) -
What the world needs now . . .
No, not love, sweet love . . . but Sex, fucking sex! And love ( Read more... ) -
Amazing . . .
At least no one reads this thing. I can post my normal useless bullshit here. The compulsion for online journaling is addictive. But it's definitely easier to do without an audience. And well, I'm eager to see if I can't get away from my former InterWeb haunt. It happens ( Read more... ) -
Well, there goes the neighborhood . . .
There are more black people on The University of Texas campus than I have ever seen in the history of Black people existing. I don't know what to attribute it to, but I like it.