So, I met the best friend's fiance. Geoff is a wonderful, funny, warm and intelligent guy; very mature, a little boyish but not frighteningly so, and sweet as hell. I think I'll enjoy him being (practically) my brother-in-law ( Read more... )

And a favor:

go here:

http://www.hanson.net/Contact/feedback.aspx?q=fm

and tell them to add tour dates in the northwest.

To the only person who knows what I'm talking about ( Read more... )

It has occurred to me that I am the only person who has Elise Cohen listed as one of their interests- and this bothers me. Elise Cohen was the one woman who ever got into Allen Ginsberg's pants; she was in love with him till the day she threw herself out of the third story window of her parents' living room. They had picture windows, so you could ( Read more... )

Man. I was almost done with a post that was GIGANTIC. I mean, HUGE. And I'm missing sleep for it, too.

And then my wrist bumped the mouse sensopad on my mom's laptop and hit refresh on the update page, and all was lost.

long and the short of it was, personal shit going on, i'm fine, music is inspirational, check this out (not that it's great ( Read more... )

Smashing Pumpkins, Stumbeline
And nobody nowhere understands anything
About me and all my dreams
Lost at seaI always had a hunch that it wasn't the depression talking, when I felt an immense void between my heart and the consciousness of the rest of mankind. Every once in a while, I get these fleeting, doespotted glimpses of what might be real, ( Read more... )

On the Evil Spider QueenWell, I haven't seen her today. I am hoping that she crawled into the air vent and went away- perhaps this is wishful thinking but I dont have much more than hope on which to rely in any corner of my life- why should this be any different ( Read more... )

What i need is a live-in boyfriend. Someone who stays up as late as I do, and wears big thick heavy shoes, so they can step on the incredibly enormous, threatening and fast spider I saw today ( Read more... )

Well, even though my jaw is still sore, I am emerging from invalidom today to go to work. (Yeah, that's totally how I wanted to emerge back into the world, right?) I thought I'd include here, though, a letter I wrote last night. I'm just gonna cut out some names of people and places so that I don't embarrass myself too much, but here goes.

( Hey, it was late, and I was feeling really over-dramatic... )

I hate my writing, I have no style, everything I write is trash, etc. This is the panic attack that I just had. And not just a freak-out series of negative thoughts, oh no. This was an honest to goodness, hyperventillation, my-life-is-over, tears-in-my-eyes, thought-I-was-going-to-die Panic Attack with capital letters and mom wondering if we should ( Read more... )