Following my return to television I have taken another step in the path of my mother in her college years and will begin training at Waffle House Monday. I have sold my soul for tips.

I hate being human. Do I have any more soul then the fish that swim in the sea or the cat that declared my home her own because I am capable of creation in the material world? Or do I have less of a soul for damning my baser instincts and condemning myself to a life of false glamor and hollow existence. I hate that I will never live up to my ( Read more... )

I cannot beleive the morning I had. It was the biggest blonde moment of my life. Either that or my usually good navigation device in my head switched off for the day b/c I cannot tell you how lost I got myself today. I was suppose to pick up some supplies for my grandmother who is recovering from a broken hip. I'm given the address (which will ( Read more... )

When Sylvester asked Brooklyn to marry him he had known her two years, had been to her house a total of seven times on odd occasions to return books or music he had borrowed, met her estranged mother once in passing, had never introduced her to his parents, had only met a few of her friends while having coffee at the Black Feather Cafe a few times ( Read more... )

"I'm going to write a supurbly happy love story ( Read more... )

Every once in a while I will tumble across an old sketch pad, or one of my many collected black books, and marvel at the changes I've had over the years. When you're young you tend to think this is it, this is how you are and how you shall always be. I have trouble remembering the low times I've penned out. When deep in my bones I knew without a ( Read more... )

This brought back so many memories I just had to share it with the rest of the geekdom.

http://media.ebaumsworld.com/index.php?e=nintendoacapella.wmv

You'd think with all the things running about inside my head I'd update more. Maybe it's for the better, maybe I'm just lazy. I was talking the other day with my roommate Tory (lesbian), or Merryweather as I call him, about how people think. In our heads we run conversations withour selves. We were curious if bilingual people think in two ( Read more... )

I have this thing I do each year with my Pop (and I tried this year with Bob D. but the cursed bastard was sick again). We drive through Phoenix, to Atenvelt, then to Goodyear (which which use to be a naff dunk white trash hovel that suburbia has encroached on so now its corporation paradise where you can sit outside and have a coffee to bad 80's ( Read more... )

Up again @ 5am ( Read more... )