The moment he spoke I knew this was serious. The Love Detective didn't call for no reason. "Meet me at Milton's in an hour," he whispered. Milton's. Christ, his taste in bars was about as discerning as that wayward eye for women - what this was all about, as usual. But I got the drift. The foul joint would be heaving, some dog-eared beat ( Read more... )

Three in the morning, laying on her couch, watching the national spelling bee finals while she told me her last two ex-boyfriends dated Paris Hilton. It was the second time she told me the story and I still had yet to give a fuck. A chubby little asian boy got eliminated and I started thinking about how "hyperbole" was a tough word for a fifth ( Read more... )

It has been ages . . .

Sleep in four hour increments. Rising to see both the sunset and the sunrise.

Long days pass by studying ancient european prints, reaching the roots of design, and reading. In one month the sailboat will be ready again with sun-drenched afternoons to mark my absence from responsibility.

This spring break has confirmed one thing. No matter how much I enjoy the company of others, I can not be happy without time to myself. Over the last twenty two years I've perfected the art of being an only child, the art of daydreaming, wondering, and entertaining myself. At times I am certain that it is my main character flaw but in the end I ( Read more... )

IM BACK !

At the peak of my boredom I broke down and got on myspace.com. If any of you guys are on there, you know the routine.

joelbrinson@bd4d.com

The drudgery of Tallahassee is starting to catch up with me again. I've spent the last six hours in the design lab making my online portfolio cross browser compatible. If that doesn't sound like fun, well, that's because it isn't. Internet Explorer deals with CSS in a completely fucked manor and all browsers seem to size text a little bit ( Read more... )

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To all my friends out there. . .

Merry Christmas, eat a booger.

While laying around today with a splitting headache I entertained myself by thinking back on this episode of Saved By the Bell that I saw when I was younger. Zach was drunk driving and crashed Lisa' mother's benzie into a telephone poll. As a result AC's shoulder was dislocated and he was unable to play in the big homecoming game. I don't ( Read more... )