I stumbled around outside in a vain effort to get back to my bed and go to sleep ( Read more... )

Fuck. I meant to post the conversation I had with this kid who was home for fourteen days from Iraq, but I am covered in Sharpie and in no mode to recount our dialogue ( Read more... )

Food for thought!

We are screwing ourselves.

We have already screwed ourselves.

Woo.

I lost my whiskey last night. I also don't remember most of the things that happened.

But the important thing is I lost my whiskey and then woke up in my bed.

And I do miss cigarettes terribly.

But I LOST MY WHISKEY, what the hell.

The presidential motorcade wound through Washington, DC. Thousands of people had crammed themselves along the sidewalk to see the President wave from the back of a convertible. The President smiled at the flags waving and the overwhelming show of support ( Read more... )

I want one of these.

( Typewriters! )

I've written drunk many a time, but the last time I am aware of was in Alex's journal, and I have refused to go back and look at what I've said ( Read more... )

I am working on my first piece of actual Journalism right now, and it is interesting. The assignment is simply a 500 - 800 word article on the caretakers of the Hambletonian horses. I have a solid half hour of interviews that consist mainly of the interviewees explaining their inability to speak English, or me explaining my inability to ( Read more... )