Another night watching a voluminous collection of TV shows on DVD. I read my friends live journals. Pore over them with an aching empathy. End result? I am jealous. Some people just flow. I don't. Maybe I am not hitting my honesty. Maybe I just have a block, but any ways, I feel like what I have to write is, as they say trifling. End point school ( Read more... )

Due to a family illness I left Chicago a day earlier than I had planned. Driving down Lakeshore the lights of the city got me thinking. I tend to respond to things in my environment by letting my mood shape an opinion of them. Does anyone else get that? But these lights on Lakeshore are too big for me to shape. For as pretty as the city is at night ( Read more... )

So I am at Hale's back in naptown and I have been drinking. WOOT!

I have a love hate relationship with the snooze button on my alarm. I love using it and I hate that I have no self control over it. I woke up late again today at 3:40 p.m. See I work from 4 until one and it has become my 9 to 5. I can get away with it I only get teased if i am more than 40 minutes late. So I woke up and went to work, un-showered ( Read more... )

So I have had this mostly inactive Live Journal for awhile now. I always hit the stumbling block of why bother. Everything I would write would be trivial. Reading some threads on other journal's I realized that's the point. So here goes. I played a really good board game tonight. It is called betrayal in the house on the hill. It was amazing. On ( Read more... )

real quick, my fingers are asleep. About this time yesterday a childhood friend of mine died in a car crash. We were not close. I looked at her friendster page and it made me cry. I feel shallow now. The man upstairs has a horrible cough. BATTERY DEAD

I can scarcely
remember
when sleep started
to come
over me as
backsliding
into red brick house
with
gunmetal grey wrought
iron shutters

Just a thought

TheRajEsq: how goes the painting, bitch ( Read more... )

It's another night without sleeping. Makes me think I need to get another job. My friend Jem and I are up typing a play. Pretty much the theme we've devolped is that recognition of a lack of purity does not insure sexual prowess or success. Weighty ehh?

Renga time, renga time bitch! We begin Huzzah!