Ah, to be a young surgeon of a semi-prestigious medical school and to be immediately thrust into this...To be staring down at a human being at their "make-it or break-it" point and know that it's up to you and not them. To be young enough to relate the music video of "Title and Registration" to my concurrent situation. It honestly terrifies me to ( Read more... )

There's absolutely no point to these god damn online journals anymore...absolutely no one cares what another person is thinking about. No one comments on each other's shit anymore...it's all just about writing down things you don't want to have to forget later. It's a memo. Something to help you memorize your thoughts without thinking about it ( Read more... )

Your knees are the brief adolescence binding your childish calves to your lustful adult thighs. They bend so easily from one position to the next with very little influence or peer pressure necessary.

This is Checkers' story, and Checkers will write in the third person if they have to! Or...I guess I could just talk in the first person...I really don't know which is better right now -- I'm sort of coming down off some Special K ( Read more... )

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So, we're here again, reading my journal. Well...you are reading, I'm more or less writing -- probably poorly I might add. I've downed the end of some Skyy Vodka, the end of some Captain Morgan's spiced rum, and the end of some Kashmir something or other... Anyways, I have a light buzz going, and it accompanies my packing of assets quite splendidly ( Read more... )

So you think you have eyes for sight ( Read more... )

We figured out some things today. We figured out that people who work at bead shops are whack, we figured out that sex shops have amazing architecture, and glass shops are more elaborate than the Taj Mahal. We figured out that techno music is not necessary for stringing, we figured out that food is sometimes wasteful, and that vomiting slows down ( Read more... )

So, In recent news, I have a lot more respect for this kid named Coree. He gets a shit load done for the amount of intoxicated we get, a functional perfecter of the fine arts of drug sub-cultures? Indeed. SOCAL, you're missing out by not knowing this kid ( Read more... )

Sometimes I find notebooks from around eight months ago, and I almost recall drunken memories. But aye, they are quite lost besides the paper which captured bits and peices of them...anyways, without further ado, my earlier problems conveyed through bottles of wine and paper ( Read more... )