"he sleeps now . . . like finn."

i think i'm on the verge of breaking my left hand.  at first i thought i was just doing my left hook wrong or something, which i think i might be.  but i realized that it probably has more to do with my tendency to, in moments of dread, hit walls.  i didnt notice it until we started practicing the left hook in boxing, which is a power shot and puts ( Read more... )

girls should want to date me because: while hard boiling eggs for the first time the other night, i practiced three and five hit combos while waiting around for the eggs to boil, and after they finished and i ate one, i annouced loudly "success!  i am a cook now ( Read more... )

boom.

"[Our] history is largely a record of crime, war, disease, and terror, with just sufficient happiness interposed to give [us] while it lasts, an agonised apprehension of losing it, and, when it is lost, the poignant misery of remembering." -- C.S. Lewis, "The Problem of Pain"

i am write now writing a letter of apology.

to julie's mother.

while listening to the get up kids' "my apology" on repeat.

its kind of like when you're a recovering alcoholic and you have to go around apologizing to everyone you did any wrong to when you were an alcoholic.

now back to the letter

i will make a snazzy "FRIENDS ONLY" picture thing later. for now just comment to be added