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gay. my lease is up over at dreamhost next week. i'm too destitute to renew it at the moment, so i will have no webspace soon, and all of my dear pictures will fall into oblivion and rot away on a little card. my annual gift of obligation from my dad should be somewhere around the amount of my bill, but i'm sure he'd be frightened and not a ( Read more... )

journal. it's like.

i'm drinking a concoction consisting of coffee, egg nog, and pumpkin pie spice. i don't know. it's too hot to taste, currently.

i dislike the name beverlywinter here is like spring elsewhere, you know. or even summer elsewhere. it seems wrong to me that i should stand outdoors in december, holding my hand over my eyes for ( Read more... )

i know jupiter: yo yo
britpop fiesta: hey
i know jupiter: whats up wit you?
britpop fiesta: nothing
i know jupiter: how was closing biznatch?
britpop fiesta: ok
i know jupiter: well my night got a whole lot better after i left
britpop fiesta: why's that
i know jupiter: i think it was better because i didn't have to look at your big leg anymore
( cool times. )

items of note today include some pondering as to why i love alan alda, and the newest addition to the diseases and maladies that constantly horrify me file, dermoid cysts ( Read more... )

totally screw this. my stomach feels dreadful, i had dreams of being chased by vicious homeless people (better dressed than i) and of being forced to utilize a gorilla as a mode of transportation.

"Have you read Brothers?" Lady Kroesig asked Uncle Matthew, conversationally, as they settled down to their soup.
"What's that?"
"The new Ursula Langdok - Brothers - it's about two brothers. You ought to read it."
"My dear Lady Kroesig, I have only read one book in my life, and that is White Fang. It's so frightfully good that I never bothered to ( Read more... )

been thinking about this friend of mine from high school. vickie. i haven't seen her in about three years, but it's been more like five since we actually spent any time together. it seems bizarre to me now when i think of how evolved she was for her age. i remember the way her handwriting looked and her voice and her favorite shirt, and the ( Read more... )

no one likes to be on the internet unawares. there have been discussions on this. it would particularly offend the elderly, as they are confused and frightened of the invisible technological aggressors. what great uncle of yours wouldn't become enraged and terrified if you said, "UNCLE BOB DID YOU KNOW YOU'RE ON THE INTERNET! SOMEONE PUT YOUR ( Read more... )

the tonight show theme is also my personal theme ( Read more... )