Michael Moore only has so much left that he can bitch about ( Read more... )

Tonight I was priveledged enough to have a wonderful conversation with Troy, the man who taught me the most in highschool. I met with him, and a colleage of mine at Cups. Once pleasantries were established, we delved into eachother's minds. It was a wonderful expression of compressed ideas and emotions that, although muddled at times, eventually ( Read more... )

Not sure what's going on, but he steps out of the car anyways. He takes a few steps toward the water, then takes a seat. Not really sure what to do, so I sit down next to him. We both sit there, silent, nothing to say yet. He lights a cigarette, slowly, than points out toward the water ( Read more... )

I've only slept two hours in the past two days. I think it's starting to border on unhealthy. But still I feel comfortable. I know I can get up and walk around. I can function on a human level ( Read more... )

Cash was the greatest songwriter ever ( Read more... )

lonely at night so it's hard to sleep ( Read more... )

He slowly opens his eyes and lets some of the light in. There's a room, but he doesn't recognize it. Rubbing his face, he sits up wearily. He's on someone's couch, but he doesn't know whose. There's a chair in front of him, and a woman sitting in it. She's wearing a black dress with white spots. She's putting on socks. She's putting on hose. She ( Read more... )

but I fell asleep ( Read more... )

Well, I'm feeling kinda lonely right now. No one is home in my house, Frosty is at class or something, and everyone who is on AIM is all gone... It's kinda disturbing and sad. But whatever, that's stupid ( Read more... )

Strong again on this day of days. And a day it was. Not perfect, but not lacking. It's been a while since I had the time and will to write, but now it's go time. So here goes ( Read more... )