I'd say it was a success -- Blake is currently passed out on our couch. Heather's cake was to die for. The black lights really added to the festivities, I think. I hope my 21st is as good. Stilted sentences ( Read more... )

I arrived home from the Ozarks (aka Interfuse) around 7 this evening. Since I didn't sleep terribly well this weekend, I figured I would take a long shower and wash away the grime from a day and a half of damp camp, and then pass out from fatigue. However, I haven't done either of these because I find myself kind of....restless and unsettled? I ( Read more... )

For some reason my brown sneaker shoes always seem to accumulate pebbles while I'm walking. That doesn't mean they're not the most comfortable shoes in the world though ( Read more... )

Greetings, all ( Read more... )

All of you, my sneaky bastard friends, have finally succeeded. I created one of these godforsaken journals. I've concluded that it's only fair -- for as much time as I spend reading these things, and for as much pleasure as I derive from them, I figure it's time for me to reciprocate. Actually, I ultimately decided to get one while I was walking ( Read more... )