for the last two weeks, i've tried to justify the expense of my bed sheets - it's true no matter how poor i am, i will spend ungodly amounts of money on sheets... and toilet paper... ... and office supplies. but the longer i attend this school, the less i sleep. and when i do it's, nine times out of ten, not in my bed ( Read more... )

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i am the guy you want to meet - i am the life of the party. i know the managers of bars and clubs - i don't call the numbers the girls give me ( Read more... )

i gonna ride this plane ( Read more... )

i wonder where you went,
and who you found,
or how long you'd be
and if you'd come around.
'cause i see you and her,
and no word is what hurts.
but knowing you forgot,
hurts much, much worse.

i thought this was hilarious, so i'm posting it, but if you want to get to the site yourself, here's the link:

http://www.unm.edu/~humanism/socvsjes.htm

( Socrates Meets Jesus by Prometheus )

for about three seconds, i knew what you felt like.

you write about that crap? like, you actually care?

i guess we were both wrong in our definition of superficial.

-spence

as if the last 6 years weren't enough torment, you're back and better than ever ( Read more... )

5 am, drunk - i figured it'd be better if i gave you a frame of reference ( Read more... )

school - ridiculous. two weeks in, i've had 2 essays due, 2 pop quizzes, 3 tests, and 2 midterms. if this were high school again, i probably wouldn't care, and it would show....

but you know what changed? i stopped losing pens. i guess, i care?

-spence