I am drizzled by star-light; I lie here on some cool clear surface and feel scoured clean by a caring vastness above. A breeze stokes past as borne by comet-wisp, soft sussurus within my shallow soul and bears it deeper, deeper to and through itself to quietude unknown before, a stillness to all my seeming so greatly foreign that I gasp: I stretch ( Read more... )

I found a tiny little white kitten meowing away right outside my house. So I've got some emergency cat litter and food now, and she's eaten and curled up against my foot for the time being. Where and how I'm living right now are godawful conditions for keeping a cat in (allergic roommates, homicidal dog, etc) so I really hope the owner shows up, ( Read more... )

I was calling this journal a dead deal, but there've been a thousand things cropped up in the last couple weeks that I've been bursting to complain about... and when there's complaining to be done, livejournal's always there to deliver ( Read more... )

I guess I need to make the obligatory comeback post to break the ice so that I can actually bring myself to write things of substance again. Bleh.

When an object comes to rest, it will never chance to move again, not of its own volition. This is the secret caveat of all self-help wisdom, that it relies on a preexisting flame that it may fan out into the blaze of affirmative living. Blow on a barren wick and the best you'll do is toss the tumbleweeds about.

( Despondency, Apathy, Fatalism, and some pathetic whimpering for good measure )

Words are the ambassadors of eloquence. When frustration - at your life, at yourself, at pervasive despondency and shriveling dreams - consumes your consciousness like a virulent plague, words do no justice to to describe it. The harder you try in that direction, the more you obfuscate it - use even the most insidiously descriptive language, try ( Read more... )

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Stupid college Christians... now that the end (of the academic year) is nigh, seems like all they want to do is hold conversion concert after conversion concert, every night, 100 feet away from my dorm in Legion Field. All that ever happens is that all the Christians go and sway back and forth together... essentially a giant, 500-person group ( Read more... )

Exciting things? I sold my loft for $80 in a miraculous whirlwind of synchronicity.

Otherwise...? When do exciting things ever happen to me?

December 30, 1987: My personal garfield strip. Wholly unsettling in its accuracy; I would have preferred something a little more irrelevant.