Another development with my apartment from my dreams. I'm remembering better that it's in a building not exclusively dorms. In this last dream I crossed a library to get to it, actually. But I encountered the black woman who I had seen before in my apartment and found out she was told it was HER dorm room, too. So we were seeing the hall advisor to ( Read more... )

I met someone online tonight, named Kemi. She was romantically interested in me until I told her my position on sex. Coincidentally, she speaks Yoruba.

It's like coming back to the scene of the crime... all those emotions come flooding back. Except when I realise I've lost her it simply pains me.

Dreamt my mother had a daughter 10 years before I was born. She talked nonstop and looked like my mother's oldest sister. Dyed blondish hair, very physically affectionate, excited to meet me.

The happy confusion of sleep... criminal gangs breaking through walls mysteriously, $70,000 a year colleges, theatres filling with water, chairs forbidden to be moved, Caitlin, imaginary women drifting in and out of stacks of CDs and DVDs, the library forbidden to the heretic turned detective, the underwater terminal, flying through the air and ( Read more... )

I know Antioch people read this, so if you're one of them don't be insulted by this entry ( Read more... )

I've been playing The Sims 2 a lot, which is interesting. I've mainly obsessively been recreating Antioch in digital form, though I've also been raising sextuplets who are now Antioch students. Really I think the game gives me complete control over a semi-fantasy world, something I cannot do in reality ( Read more... )

Sometimes I can wrap myself in a story and then I escape it. I'll feel someone else's pain and I don't have to feel my own ( Read more... )

By now Rosie seems like a mythical being, a character I made up in some elaborate fantasy, a dream I have now willed away. But the pain is still here... why?

I finally finished my story, No Pretentiousness Without Pretense. If you'd like to read it just tell me.

Why is suicide so hilarious to me now? I guess once you cheat death you never quite take it seriously again.