Listen...I am desperate to get to go to the Shiny Toy Guns concert up in Winston Salem on Tuesday night. It starts at 930 and it's only ten dollars. Ten dollars! I'm desperate enough to write about it in a livejournal. I'll try anything ( Read more... )

Listen to Shiny Toy Guns and sing them in the shower...memorize Mates of State lyrics with a friend of the opposite sex so that you can duet like there's no tomorrow. Do it ( Read more... )

I'd have to say that one of my most favorite emotions is "hopped up on caffeiene." It's akin to that adrenaline rush you get from your fight or flight instinct...except heightened by the fact that you know damn right the emotion is completely unnatural. Charlie's not gonna come out of the bushes and hunt you down; there is no monkey stabbing you ( Read more... )

I didn't know how many Asian people lived in Rock Hill until I walked around searching for a job. That's not a racial slur, it's a fact. I guess I just never paid attention to it before. But the job search went well, I think. I'm sufficiently desperate enough to accept a job at any of the four places that took my application (Durango Bagel ( Read more... )

This past week has given me, finally, the thoughts necessary for change. I've been craving change. Summer brings it to me every year...so sometimes I grow impatient if it takes too long for the change to begin. I'll spare you the caterpillar in a coccoon reference ( Read more... )

It's six thirty nine in the A.M.

I finished writing and typing and printing out the play I've been slaving over for fucking ever.

I'm mentally and physically exhasted.

The last song I listened to was beyond delightful.

There's something to be said for short, sweet updates.

I want your sex.

So I had a really poetic way of saying the following ( Read more... )

Something's amiss. I can't put my finger on it. And the odd suppositions in my head aren't helping matters in the least. There is far too much negative energy floating around this campus. Can you feel it? It's pulsating from a core I'll never discover. Frustrating ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I just like to postulate. If you're not a fan of postulation, I'd suggest you vacate the blogging premises. It's very difficult, sometimes impossible, for me to deal in absolutes. Everything that I think of to write, I want to preface it with, "I think, it's possible, maybe I," or to follow it up with, "I don't know, you see?," or ( Read more... )

"TV offers incredible amounts of psychic data. It opens ancient memories of world birth, it welcomes us into the grid, the network of little buzzing dots that make up the picture pattern ( Read more... )