Logging into Livejournal still gives me a happy feeling when I do it.

Two weeks ago, I had a rare and random weekend day off. Brandon and I planned on meeting up for brunch. It was a beautiful sunny summer day. We agreed to meet at his apartment and drive to a local Cajun restaurant together. As I walked up to his sidewalk, a huge bird standing in the yard caught my eye. A hawk! It was eyeing me suspiciously, ( Read more... )

And I just want to add. After reading through the angsty lyrics of the album Transgender Dysphoria Blues and knowing Laura Jane Grace had only relatively recently "come out" as transexual and described herself as being in an awkward transition period, I was floored when a GORGEOUS, confident, glowingly feminine person took the stage. She looked ( Read more... )

Well I knew it was going to be a crowded show. What I didn't imagine was the inescapable mosh pit that it was. I hadn't been in a sea like that in quite some time. It tossed me to the side, right in front of a speaker, way too loud. Maybe I would've been upset at a different show, but with the sunshine of Laura Jane Grace's infectious smile ( Read more... )

Here's the link to a song I uploaded onto SoundCloud today. I am kinda disappointed at the production quality, but it's as good as I can get it on my own. This is one that will eventually be on The Very Very Famous Love Machine's first album, Black Randy. The Very Very Famous Love Machine is the name of my band. :) Leave a comment  4 

Why don't they just call them maizes?

My senior year of college was, in a word, humbling. I’d rarely struggled to receive high grades in previous years, and took it as a sign that I was a relatively good writer. I imagined that the brunt work of learning how to be objective and precise would happen early on, and by the time I got close to graduation I'd be honing a well-developed ( Read more... )

This is me doing no justice whatsoever to Jethro Tull's amazing "Wond'ring Aloud." I'm not happy with this one but it's the best I got for now. I've been trying to record this cover for a while and can't seem to get it right, but I'm tired of not having uploaded anything in a long time so I give up. This is kind of a "fuck-it" upload ( Read more... )

a photo on my wall ( Read more... )

My name existed for me before I myself existed. Before I was born. Before my mother was even capable of having children. She was a child herself, about nine, when she came across it in a book. She tells me that, back then, it was very unique. She didn’t know anybody else named “Lindsey.” She thought it had a nice ring to it, and put it in the ( Read more... )