today was waaay too expensive. srsly, life, srsly? how can a serpentine belt, a serpentine tensioner, gas, two tickets, a faulty headlight and five joints cost over $800?

fucking hell.

richard brautigan once wrote me a love poem.

it's getting cooler again and i'm not in school this year. it's been over a month since i've had a cigarette and i feel very good about this. there is much more to say, but i will refrain.

my life is playing tricks on me. i am not totally sure what that means, but i've been noticing small oddities lately that have me wondering. there's not much to say except that it is slightly strange how sometimes i just know things before they happen. it is never conscious until it is over, but it is a funny feeling that becomes whole when it is ( Read more... )

And this chapter has ended. The page has been marked by some random piece of scrap paper, a receipt or maybe part of an old cigar wrapper, and you have set this book aside. You do not press forward diligently like a good reader; instead, you forget about it. It gets pushed around on the floor to the side of your bed for awhile before your laundry ( Read more... )

Nancy: “I can’t rely on men. Doesn’t mean I don’t love them, doesn’t mean I walk out… it just means I have adjusted my expectations. Men are weak.”
Andy: “I’m not, I’m fucking steel.”
Nancy: “Yes, you are. And you’re… getting married.”
Andy: “We’re like an O Henry story.”
Nancy: “No. We’re our own… fucked up little story.”

maybe I know why the caged bird sings.

of 2k9. welcome new decade, you bring with you yet another awkward title. the teens? srsly? what is the specific title of this decade anyway? i'm not even sure what to guess you'd call it. anyway, it's over and i'm spending the evening drinking mimosas with sam, brant and the puppies. happy new year, i suppose.

A taste for irony has kept more hearts from breaking than a sense of humor, for it takes irony to appreciate the joke which is on oneself.
- Jessamyn West

If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
- Rene Descartes