Hola, Agnes. It's the seventh of November, and I haven't update in a while. Sorry you missed out on Guy Fawkes day, dear. Us being Yanks, our celebrations were nonexistant, so you didn't miss out on much. Nevertheless, sorry ( Read more... )

Rudolph Karl Martin Bartz died at 2:30 AM on today, the 29th of October in the year of our lord 2006.

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Fuck, I don't know what else to say. But he kicked ass, so I'm going to keep on saying things about him. I mean, of all of my grandparents, he was the only one who I ever really interacted with, I mean really interacted with. He was never ( Read more... )

The man without a past, huh? We've got a fresh start, huh? A fresh future? A fresh newfound promise of manipulation cunning and tight-lipped purse-lipped promises? Optimism, happiness, beauty, a fresh face to greet each day and always always always striving for that bright moth-infested light? Fuck that shit. Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck this whole shit ( Read more... )

I feel hopelessly inferior.

--mark

thousands of miles entwined across a continent, salt 'n pepper hair over worn lined faces brown with six decades of sun moon rain sleet and snow. a dress and boots, trousers and boots, leather leather leather. over the mountains, sipping coffee in mining camps with thousands of miles of firs pines aspen trees in every which way. through the snow a ( Read more... )

Okay, here is what's going to happen. Here, in a list, are the things that I need to do, and they will be done ( Read more... )

Truth be told, of course, I'm less embarassed and upset with myself for getting angry (which is, y'know, just one of those things that I do from time to time) than I am with arguing in such a crappy manner. I mean, really, my position was an eminently defensible one, and to have defended it so poorly is far less excusable than my subsequent anger ( Read more... )

Lest it be suggested that I do not whine enough on here, lest it be suggested that my complaining and blithering and self-mortification have not yet reached the extent which they, by all rights, ought to, I am going to add another entryfull of self-obsessed, navel-gazing adolescent angst bullshit. So ( Read more... )

Well, shit. I fucked up. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Fukkit, why am I writing this? Just to make sure I don't get off the hook for my sins. For my fucking half-assed idiocy. *sigh* Half-assed half-assed half-assed half assed. ugly gross, 'twas. O poor me, blahblah FUCK. Shut UP, me! Gods dammit! Nobody wants to hear me whine! ( Read more... )

i can't think straight ( Read more... )