hell i havent used this in years. here go, it's the perfect place to rant profane and childishly bitter monologues...oh how life has changed ( Read more... )

I was arrested. Facing a felony. In rehab. and scared.

So My birthday is coming up and for the first time since I was born I actually have a list of things I would really really love for someone to get me ( Read more... )

Adam (my downs-protein theorist friend), and I have put forth our humanible cannible efforts as well as our hacktivism efforts into an ultimate humanitary cause: assasinating Bono. I'm suprised the IRA hasn't beat me to it. This cause reeks of Michael Collins, and by that I mean it smells of blood and potatos ( Read more... )

A not so modest proposal ( Read more... )

I am the only black student in an all white class on cultural diversity. I say this only to stress just how white the rest of the class is in their cultural competence, which fails drastically in comparison to my naturally nappy hair (which, although may be attached to a small white irish-american head, is nevertheless one hundred times more ( Read more... )

Bleek, isn't it? The mundane ways we go about life or around life in order to live life without living it... I guess what I'm saying is those cliche comparisons to a rollercoaster everyone trods along quoting in the hopes that you will find life more exciting tend to do nothing but make me vomit and want off. Mornings have been painful . I don't ( Read more... )

he sent me this, and I think it sumrises my action quite nicely ( Read more... )

I'm leaving this place of confusion and hopping a train (well to be honest a volkswagon jetta) north. For most of my socially conscious life I have viewed myself as nothing but an obligation to the world. My duties were as caretaker of friends and family, and more noteably- mentor. I suppose somehow I programmed my subconscious to be a faithful ( Read more... )

Trevor last came riding upon his white stallion galloping through the exit doors of a rehabilitation center and swooping me into a saddle bound for sober horizons. A month into the journey now, his armor is rusty, the horse is dead, and my ass is sore ( Read more... )