It's veritably the end of the week, so let's recap ( Read more... )

It has occurred to me recently that although I now own property, a car, and have a savings account, I still probably won't be drafting a last will and testament any time in the forseeable future. As we all know, death just sort of happens. No appointments, no 80 percent chance of death with high humidity, less like painting and more like bingo ( Read more... )

Margerat Cho is not funny ( Read more... )

A little exquisite album challenge between Mustafa and I:


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Greetings and salutations from the Shrine of The Peacock Angel ( Read more... )

It's odd, I've been subtracted from most modern forms of media now for almost two weeks, and I don't really miss it. I really thought that not being able to watch cable or access the internet whenever would bother me, but I've pretty much gotten over it ( Read more... )

I've been meaning to make a journal entry lately about how fucking lonely it is living in Denton by myself, but then something funny happened at the gym today that has wholly superceded that compulsion ( Read more... )

I shaved my beard off on Tuesday. I had that piece of facial flair for four years, and so I didn't know what to really expect when I saw myself in the mirror. Of course I had pictures of myself when I was younger, but that was four years ago. I had a lot more acne then, I was thinner, and time hadn't done what it does so well ( Read more... )

I've taken a small freedom today, and skipped town for a bit. I left in a whisper, nay, a hush of early morning haze and regrettable Marti Gras traffic ( Read more... )

Writing with your thumbs really makes you appreciate what it is you're writing a great deal more, because it takes some time to get each word down (by comparison to using a keyboard or pen and paper ( Read more... )