I am turning into some kind of chai-driven freak monster. I used to casually drink the chai, sipping and enjoying it slowly, usually leaving about an eighth or so in the bottom of the cup. Now, I suck it down like a crazed maniac until it comes to my attention that the cup is nearly empty and I must have MORE. I must consume more of the steamed ( Read more... )

Oh yeah. I'm really getting good with my classy poetry. For around 20 US dollars, you, too can be an erotic, magnetic poet. In other news, I got a usb bluetooth adapter for my desktop. So now I can move all my awesome, tiny phone photos to the computer. Yeehaw.


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I do my Google emailing in German, mother fucker.

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What a shitty weekend. I am being plagued by some sort of horrible stomach bug, (which I know is a bug only because Karl tells me he's having the same symptoms) I am getting excruciating sudden cramps every half-an hour or so, which then disappear. It feels like my abdomen is trying to implode. I guess it's not so bad. At least it's not constant ( Read more... )

I dodged my way down Lawrence at around 10:15 tonight. Wending my way to I-90, I listened to the smooth, manic sound of the Reverend Horton Heat. Jenny was kind enough to loan me some of her awesome CD's. I explained that I was particularly craving some surf music and psychobilly, and she handed the discs to me with coy smile on her face. I jumped ( Read more... )

I am getting ridiculously sick of substance abuse on the part of my friends and most of the people I know. I am 25. I have never been really heavy into drinking or drugs but I've done my share. Now I see friends that are my age and down the spectrum to 21 completely basing their lives on social gatherings involving vast amounts of alcohol, weed, ( Read more... )

I wend my way into different artistic disciplines. I fumble and try, like a baby rising to its feet. Like the first crack in shattered ice, I part the folds of a new world, and reach my infinite tendrils through the surrounding plane. Styles. Paradigms. New paths form between neurons and I am changed forever... again.

The world is wide and full. Each of us stares through our own narrow window, and we're afforded time for a brief glimpse. We may walk down the same street every night, and perhaps get a glimpse of someone in their home as we pass. But we may never know who they are. Yet you could fill an entire library and still not cover every aspect of every ( Read more... )

the acuity granted by unfamiliar surroundings