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More than a decade has just flown by. Not since I wrote in here, but in my mind, I was 17 just 10 minutes ago. A virgin. Drinking my first beer. Everyone told me that this time would just fly by, and I should enjoy those years. It just seems so strange. I wouldn't go back for all the money in the world, to 17. To 23. Still, I feel like my youth was ( Read more... ) -
Over a year?
I've been pretty busy. My boy [cat] Toby died. I adopted to little girl [cats.] Miffy, who's five, and Crackers, who's 1. I had some wicked bleeding. Gee, what do I say? That's about it. Well, that I can think of now. I met Ejli, who's a nice guy, all and all. Gee, seems pretty boring. -
24
The name of a show, my age. I guess it's not much more. Oh-the hours in a day. Yeah, which is ..the show. Uh. I hoped I could look at myself in the mirror at this age. NO DEAL. -
Last Call for num-nums
I finally got a cat, after a respectful mourning period after Toby's death. I would like to point out to everyone I didn't cry (on the outside.) I just went out and chewed on dead birds I found on the property, just like he used to, and saved my pet fish after he killed himself, and sucked on it for a few days, like he would of ( Read more... ) -
Follow the strange old Indian guy
Well, my birthday was four days ago. I'm 23 now. Lauren, Star, Geoff, Ejli, Ian, and others showed up at Paddy Red's, Lyndsey showed up later. It was beatific. Ergh.
Loss for words. Too much happening. Noah Webster. You fail me. -
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You know those times when uh.
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Fuck, nevermind. -
Sadder than a map.
I canceled the trip to California. I couldn't look down the barrel of a 26 hour goddamned road trip there, Seth being there, the memories of my last trips there, the way I feel now, and a 26 hour goddamned drive back. Fist yourself in the ass if you don't understand. Now, I plan on drinking myself sick for a few days, then crying. But not like a ( Read more... ) -
Kids today.
Misty (my goat) birthed two babies today. One is all freaky white, much like her, and she likes that one. The other is black-and-white spotted, and she has rejected that one. We're feeding the spotted one on a bottle, and it is living inside with us now. Nobody ever told me baby goats are so damn cute. Or that they sound like squeak toys when you ( Read more... ) -
Game Plan # Super Tom and The Jamming Black Crutons
Going to 'Frisco in April, with any luck, probably late April. Not Frisco Texas, either, San Fransisco. Time to get back with the California lifestyle, or at least the drug part of it. The rest I will still silently resent, because of whatever it was that happened in the 60s there that clashes with it so badly today. It makes me sad. Hippies with ( Read more... )
