This seems pertinent to some of the things that have been going on in my life. . . Harry G. Frankfurt's essay "On Bullshit". This man is my new favorite person ( Read more... )

When people lie to me because they think it would feel better than the truth ( Read more... )

Today wasn't a bad day. Not at all. I am feeling way better about my writing today and realizing slowly that no one person can tell me whether I am any good. It is, in the end, not something that anyone can truly decide, and being "any good" is sliding down my list of reasons for bettering my writing. I do it more now because it feels good, ( Read more... )

Insert funniest scene ever in a television show in the history of the entire universe here ( Read more... )

Well, you know, I'm glad you asked ( Read more... )

"Poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word or a verse and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write ( Read more... )

Today, my cigarette tastes like camp fire marshmallows ( Read more... )

Well, here's my day in a nutshell. I will, of course, save the absolute worst for last ( Read more... )

Hazah! Today (well, pseudo today, i.e. Saturday) is the official one year anniversary of the purchase of my baby, my love, my piece o' shit car! Ah, Jonesy, we've been through so much together, I love you so, please don't die ( Read more... )

This cigarette tastes like perfume.