LAST PERSON WHO ( Read more... )

Fairly exhaustive read and write. I kept a diary on the trip which helped to keep track of things and to keep things clear for when I typed it up ( Read more... )

The Bus ( Read more... )

So it seems to me that when it comes to the acts of physical gratification that there are sensual people, and sexual people. I suppose finding a balance between the two is the trick.

So lately has been a time of pondering. A time to figure out just what I'm doing wrong in life, what I can do to make things right, and what I really want ( Read more... )

Snow is falling, gently falling o’er the desert bare.
A veritable snowstorm clouds the desert air.
The cars on their way, find only dismay now with their plans awry.
I was told to be positive, maybe if I’d been responsive. I’d be with my family tonight.

I don't know why the hell I'm up at this hour. Maybe this is my body's way of telling me that I don't see enough sun rises ( Read more... )

So I've made it to the point that I don't want to function in Bozeman while sober. This has caused me to at least break one promise to myself. Last night I went to SAFEWAY and stole a six pack of smirnoff ice. I promised myself that I wouldn't steal alcohol ever again, because it's stupid and not worth the risk. I obviously decided last night that ( Read more... )

So I'm drunk. And I'm stealing Jakson's computer. But that's ok, because when he wants it back he'll take it ( Read more... )

I’m sitting on that very fine edge where the day can either be blah or blee. I hope for bleeee! But in my present mood I don’t actually care how it will end up ( Read more... )