If there's one thing anyone should know about me, it's that I don't wake up before 10:30 AM for anything while I'm on vacation. I told my mom that and she replied, "You wouldn't even do it for me?" So I had to concede that I might make an exception to my rule if her life depended on it or something. But that's where I'm drawing the line. ( Read more... )

My mom's friend just accidentally shot a hole in the living room wall. With a gun I mean. It was the unfortunate result of drinking and then trying to handle firearms. When I first heard the gun go off, I panicked because I thought that I had died. I mean, none of us have ever died before, so who really knows how to tell if it's happened to ( Read more... )

Last night I found myself with my mother in the only place open in Hendersonville, Waffle House. This was shortly after returning from a late evening showing of Memoirs of a Geisha. It wasn't that bad, but I must confess that the most interesting part for me in the whole deal was seeing the preview for Marie Antoinette played before the movie. ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I start my journey up-country to Hendersonville, Tennessee, for what will probably turn out to be the longest two weeks of my entire life. It kind of sucks, but it must be done. I want to go shopping. And my mom will be willing to provide the funding necessary to satisfy this desire only when she sees me walking around in the ancient ( Read more... )

my cellphone charger has been temporarily misplaced

so in an effort to conserve battery life, i am leaving my phone turned off except to check my voicemail every so often.

you can still reach me via cellphone, just, ya know, leave a message and be patient

Instead of an account of my Thanksgiving weekend, here is a picture of something much less depressing.


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12:30 AM; standing in the dental hygiene aisle at Walmart while Ben perused their selection of toothbrushes, I heard the voice of Weird Al Yankovich on the radio like a confirmation that I was truly among the damned of the world.

So last night I went to Masa Sagami's to sing karaoke with Carmen. When we got there however, all of our dreams were mercilessly shattered (and subsequently gathered together again and recycled into fried icecream at some Thai restaurant in Abacoa) when we discovered that they didn't have our song, or rather, the one that I was willing to sing ( Read more... )

Today was especially flavorless. An ingredient or two was missing ( Read more... )