Well, this is what I can remember ( Read more... )

It’s four days after Tucker’s death. I’m devastated, but I haven’t been able to cry. We didn’t give him a funeral, and I didn’t understand why. I asked Mom why we didn’t. She said something about it being easier to deal with the pain. I didn’t find out until a couple of hours ago, and finally managed to utter the one-word question. “How?” ( Read more... )

I wrote this last night at Penny Lane... I haven't written in here in a while, so I thought I'd stick it in here. I don't know ( Read more... )

The very first thing that comes to mind when I start to write is the time I asked Joel if he had read this little online journal of mine. His response was, “Well, I read the last one, and half of the second to last one… it was boring.” I’m sure it wasn’t meant to be personal… he was probably talking about the… ummm… website..? I’m not very good ( Read more... )

I’m a slacker. But it’s not like anyone really reads this thing anyway ( Read more... )

Last Tuesday, I was on my way to work, and at a red light, I caught a guy in a minivan smoking pot in my rearview mirror. I couldn’t tell how old he was, but he had style, and was apparently not familiar with the concept of paranoia. I found it amusing ( Read more... )

Alright, so, it’s been about a week and a half since I’ve written… I’m not keeping up as well as I used to, I don’t think. So, I’ll just try to work my way backwards, starting with now ( Read more... )

I don't really feel like talking about anything specific, but I was looking through the journal and it seemed like it was time for another entry. So... I'll see what I can do ( Read more... )

I wrote this to my friend, Jono, about six months ago. I found it, and I still liked it, so I'm just gonna go ahead and post in here ( Read more... )

It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the milligrams of tar ( Read more... )