( Giving Up )

Well goodness. You don't even know diary.

( Funny story, the line above is from a stored draft. Now I don't even know what I was talking about. )

You might think I was going to write a real post, but no, not really. On the other hand, this meme does fit in with my New Year's goal to create more things. And I've been intending to blog about my New Year's goals, so there you have it ( Read more... )

Papers for you to write are the quiddity of a liberal arts education. I have about five to write: two small, a medium and two large. Or so. Maugre my other responsibilities, I am involving myself in my usual odd hobbies: learning new words, new tunes, writing to new penpals, sending away for things in the mail, filling out paperwork that makes me ( Read more... )

Usually Andee doesn't get to describe my love life, because she makes me sound like the sluttiest whore in Tramptown, but last night, backing up my claim that I've only recently learned how to make moves, she came up with a pretty succinct and more-flattering than usual description ( Read more... )

There was a (presumably) homeless man singing this song and playing percussion on a wide range of found objects on Sproul plaza last time I was in Berkeley. I gave him a dollar, it was beautiful. This means that last time we had change from the time each person threw in a random amount of money for booze, and we spilt that change evenly, at least ( Read more... )

I should blog more often, and yet...

Here's a pantoum about my present reality.

Lately I've been eating pomegranates in bed.
there are more delicious ways to stain sheets, but only a few.
There are five people living in this room now.
No one knows whose shoes these are.

There are more delicious ways to stain sheets, but only a few.
When everyplace is a ( Read more... )

This is how I spend my mental time.
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My grandma died last night ( Read more... )

( Hooray, internet feelings. )