oh how i love the pomp and formaility of the symphony.

chris is really drunk.

struck by the random desire to update my journal at 10.45 on a seemingly lovely wednesday morning. seemingly because from inside it looks splendid outside, but we just got hit with a typical new olreans scattered shower that lasts for two minutes and leaves the air hot and sticky. gross. regardles, i'm an air conditioned gypsy, sitting in my room ( Read more... )

oh, say it ain't so

what a depressing night. i really can't believe it. the night is dead for me...i got kicked out of a bar, was totally sober, and spent 14 dollars. all by myself.

"all the sweethearts of the world
are out littering the bars,
and i am still avenues from
any place you are"

i have come to the conclusion that alcohol is something that shold be enjoyed in solitude ( Read more... )

this silence that floats ( Read more... )

ooouuuucccccchhhhhhhhh.

i found a wireless network at the wendy's off 1-10 in moss point, mississippi.

wicked.

in response to chris, concerning the matter of visitations to the house of blues, or, sepetember musics/musings, or, concerning the trip to the edge of decatur, or, concerning our brother sufjan, i say this:

ooh! ooh! ooh! i believe, good sir, that we do.

in other news, i return in the morrow. i will see you then. that is all.

Cuba future uncertain after Castro steps aside

i quit.