Oh my oh my ( Read more... )

Sneezy wrote the following poem for me ( Read more... )

( Scopin' for Hotties )

The stars are the captors of whimsy and wonder. Whenever I gaze up toward the dotted sky, I find myself filled with thoughts of wishes, romance, and long-forgotten fairy tales. When I was younger, I wished that my stuffed animals would come alive. Once I grew a bit older, I would tell myself that the man I would marry was staring at the same ( Read more... )

Sex is just like using an umbrella in Seattle: it's just more work than it's worth, and you look like a goober.

This afternoon I definitely had onion-eyes while watching the finale of Sex and the City.

And then I drew the follow picture,


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It's gotten to the point where my lack of will to write had led me to post my unfinished writings, in chronological order. If you look closely, you might find a well-constructed story. But, probably not.

( Unfinished thoughts. )

This Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday the kids from Puppet and Object Theater will be presenting a spectacular series of puppet shows ( Read more... )

It's finally happened. I am completely and incomprehensibly incapable of writing. There are so many stories I want to tell and so many thoughts that I want to express, but my mind is at an utter lapse for words. My fingers, so eager to attack the keyboard, remain motionless. Not even a high dosage of caffeine or a bombardment of exhilarating ( Read more... )

My Dad sent me an e-mail suggesting that I check out the band The Arcade Fire.

It made me want to kill myself.