I am in love. I am in love and it makes me sick and it makes me shiver and it makes me squirm. It makes my toes curl. It makes my chest ache. It makes my fingers wiggly and my skin tickly. It makes my lips move in ways that I can't control and it makes my lungs heave gargantuan sighs periodically. It makes my knees bounce and my teeth bite my ( Read more... )

( I hate being bored. )

The volunteers were tired ( Read more... )

In other more interesting and less dismal news, I am mega-stoked about joining a co-ed FRATERNITY - yes, you heard correctly - a fraternity. Holy EEEWWW. Stop flicking me off and throwing bricks at your monitor. Stop rolling your eyes and breathing sighs of disgust and betrayal. It's called Rho Omicron Tau. It's an honorary pothead fraternity ( Read more... )

So maybe I don't want to be medicated. Maybe this is the world. Maybe no amount of therapy can change that. Maybe none of it will work anyway if I can't be honest about the past and the present. And the future. I just can't take it. I don't want to relive my life. I don't want to live it at all. I don't want to tell the same stories over ( Read more... )

I knew I should have resisted... now I just feel like I suck.
( Look, Matt, you're right... )

I went this weekend to visit Matt. He's doing well, as usual. We planned on camping Friday night and headed to this shelter thing, which turned out to be occupied. So we made a fire and prepared to sleep under the stars, praying it wouldn't rain. We sat close to the fire, drinking, smoking, and telling our secrets. He knows all of mine anyway ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot lately about the draft. While level-headed people like my father insist that it will not be happening in my lifetime, there is much speculation among the younger crowds. Today I heard that Paul Dunlap, a 53-year-old man from a neighbouring town, is being called to active duty. He served 11 months in Vietnam when he was ( Read more... )

Maciej is a friend like no other. I'm lucky to have him. Who else would join me in the my quest for the almighty Coke machine Oracle where I sold my soul to Lucifer for a Mello Yello? We gave Jesus numerous chances, but he wouldn't take my dolla. Satan snatched it right up and gave me a mega-bonus: seeing the hot vegan dreads girl with whom I ( Read more... )

It makes me feel good. As usual, beauty in an unlikely place.
( wounded )