... He's thinking about what Ralph Nader said when he last watched TV.
"I don't want the freedom to go through a windshield."

And seconds later he's thrust head-over-heels through a quarter-inch of breakable perfection. Crack, crack, crack, he thought, as his bones went... I ( Read more... )

... So, we're laying in bed after self-mutilatio- I mean, sex ( Read more... )

Did you ever wonder why sometimes you stare at the same place a little longer than you'd expected ( Read more... )

... And only you ( Read more... )

... Then instead I just bought myself a candy necklace and ate it ( Read more... )

... And the waitress comes up to me and asks me what I wanted in my coffee ( Read more... )

I'm always confusing girls when I talk to them on Instant Messenger.
They say I send mixed away messages ( Read more... )

... But with the persistent beep, it sounded thin upon listening ( Read more... )

It was the twelfth grade at Walkerville Highschool. I was of course entirely stoned before Science class, not paying attention to a damn thing, my desk pressed tightly against that of Phoebe's, my girlfriend of quite some time. She was reading some fucking book on animal rights and bitching about SADS (Students Against Desert Scarcity) when SHE ( Read more... )

Hello, quick update, the following things are Dead To Me ( Read more... )