And it is with the dying of all light that my eyes close, cigarette clentched between my marred lips. Sleep becons, but I will not hear its call until my head is set between my purple shee and my purple pillow. And, perhaps by dying I mean ressurection, as the sun is rising while my hands are still manipulating the shoddy vinyl wheel of the attack ( Read more... )

Where's my stupid phone? Gah!

I just had a thought ( Read more... )

Cigarettes are like social fuzes; upon completion of a group smoking session, an event is triggered.

Thank you God, I think I'll take this as an intermission ( Read more... )

Boo and Egads! to troube, trauma, and drama. I spray it with my inexpensive pink fluid and wash it from the cracked windsheild of my life! Begone, you dessimated bug-corpse! It was your fault that you decided to fly into my blue blur, evolution should have taught you better. I have no use for you, and I am ever more hungry for Popeyes. Ravenous is ( Read more... )

David, damn you! Why did you have to turn 21 and leave me in the dust? Well, I suppose it doesn't make that much of an impact; I've only got a few more months to go. I'm hoping the anticipation will only highten my enthusiasm ( Read more... )

The dad-unit told me today that there's a position he might be taking up in Seattle for Rockwell-Collins desiging HUDS for the new 7e7, which would mean relocation. However, given how much he likes this house, and how much my mother will not like moving to Seattle, I don't think it'll actually happen ( Read more... )

I belive this website fairly well summarizes how I feel;
http://quiettypemusic.com/stfu.htm
Except, the irritating woman is all the 'bad' things in life, and the book is my van.

...And, again, no work for me. I decided instead to take Brad to go see the Spruce Goose at the air museum; a far more interesting option than talking to deadbeats for four and a half hours ( Read more... )