I'm gonna quit. Everything. Mostly the bad, but if some of the good gets burned by the wayside, that is ok, because this is not a brushfire we are talking about. This is one giant blaze. A blaze of glory before I burn out ( Read more... )

I keep joking about packing it all up and moving to Austin, TX. But yesterday morning for about five minutes, it seemed like the best idea in the world. Who am I kidding? Throwing myself off of this semi complacent idea of how I should be living IS the best idea in the world.

It was during that time when I would have normally been talking in French about French poetry, so lets be frank, I skipped class. I was in the carport of my mobile home re-applying duct tape to my drivers side mirror. I was smoking my second cigarette of the day, listening to the country station while repairing my car with duct tape when I should ( Read more... )

I was lying in the bathtub, wearing the water like a blanket. I closed my eyes and exhaled until the back of my head hit the bottom of the tub. I squirmed around and felt the quick crawl of bubbles hitting my face. There I lay still - submurged. I felt like staying there forever, falling asleep and waking up refreshed. I was jarred awake by a hand ( Read more... )

I want to be that author who smokes a cigarette while drinking something from a tumbler. My strange social graces and general unusualness turns into charming eccentricities and you all claim that the hero was based off of my friendship with you. In fifty years my biographer will aplaud my choice to drop out of college and all those millions of ( Read more... )

I am going to see a million bajillion* movies this weekend:
Good Night & Good Luck
Separate Lies
Mirror Mask
Sympathy for Mr. Vengence
You are welcome to tag along ( Read more... )

For some reason I have been craving a lot of ice cream recently. This is only troubling because I am lactose intolerant, and never hold up well to urges ( Read more... )

hello dear readers,

Essentially working at a movie theater has inspired me to read.

Yes, it is true that after reading about Brokeback Mountain in the FLM magazine that I compulsively re-read and cut up everytime I pull a shift at the NICK, I read the short story by Annie Proulx, cried, and now want to read a million pounds of cowboy fiction. ( Read more... )

Hello! I know, I haven't seen you in forever ( Read more... )

So, working like a fool, putting in 13 hour days at two different jobs, and then trying to fit in school has taken its toll on me. Yours Truely is sick as a dog. Please send soup.