rode home from Penn valley on my bike. I didn't feel like stopping, so I kept riding, switching from Wornall to the bike trail. Previously John Navarre and I had begun to explore the "green zone", meaning danger. and by danger, they mean that the trail crosses Troost. You know it's dangerous because it told me to carry a cell phone. as it turned ( Read more... )

I need an editor. anyone know an english major with some spare time?

He inhaled sharply on his cigarette ( Read more... )

a sledge hammer covered in vomit might quite possibly be the most formidable weapon ever. it is both physically and psychologically intimidating.
come on, who wants to be hit with a sledge hammer or puke, and even worse, both.

or nightmare to be accurate. I lost or permanently mangle my left hand in some sort of accident, rendering me unable to play drums ( Read more... )

pretty fantastic weekend. not a minute of non-entertainment or worthwhile personal time. all time very well spent. seriously, from Friday to this morning felt like three weekends somehow ( Read more... )

so I'm going to school. Getting my decree so that I can become a teacher now means a whole lot to me. I just can't decide where I want to go to school. Torn across the Missouri state boundaries. I love so much in both. fuck

I love this goddamn town. My roots are by far the longest here. But I'm just not sure how much longer I can take it. Maybe it's just me, and I'm stuck in some sort of shitty pattern. I dunno. I just feel like I'm lacking something vital. Maybe it's my fault for trying to focus on school more. Last fall was good. I can now say I am ( Read more... )

I wanted to go sledding tonite, especially considering my class was cancelled. too bad this shit sucks too much to try to drive through, and like it appears, i could not devise a proper sledding device. so inside I was stuck inside ( Read more... )

man alive, that was a fun time. Going to St. Louis to play with Nate Powell, the GOOD GOOD, and the rest of that performance was an amazing, life affirming time. I feel less afraid in this whole growing up thing. I'm fairly certain now that cutting my hair and wearing a pair of pants less that 5 times a week will now cause me to be a lamer ( Read more... )