I'm not quite dead yet. Seems like everything here has changed.
How are you?

Well, this is late, and as usual, I feel bad about that. The truth is, Dear Readers (and there are few these days,) Livejournal is not the happening place that it used to be. I could talk for hours about the technology boom and how I have been dealing with it. I won't. That's entirely another story, and I will leave it for another time. Perhaps, ( Read more... )

I just boxed in Brad during a Settlers of Catan game. There hasn't been an annihilation this big in Settlers since we boxed Ryan Henry into a corner. Brutality!

Do YOU have wood for sheep?

I am a weapon.

It would be pretty nice if I ever had someone to talk to here in Marquette.
I have a lot on my mind.

Who even knows me anymore?

Tonight is dark and quiet and lonely.
I miss you so.

Motor City, in the heart of February. The snow is leaving, sun bright, windy ( Read more... )

Happy Valentine's Day.
I miss you.

All signs point to me needing a drink.
Or four hundred drinks.

Phluh.

Sometimes I wonder if you're the only good thing in my life.

Dreaming...So it is. So I trace phantom shadows of you in the grey whispers of early dawn; you are not there. The empty bedsheets mussed by sleep, a glass of water mostly full on the nightstand; I can almost hear you breathing if I could only quiet my pounding heart. Were you there, somehow, across all the miles? The dream of you is fresh in my ( Read more... )

Some other thing ( Read more... )